I am not the son of an Ajaccio winemaker. I didn’t get a commission on the recent £1.7m bicorne hat sale. I have never founded a newspaper, had a pastry, Cognac and deep-sea wrasse named after me, constructed a sewerage system or designed a national flag. I am not scared of cats and I have never seen myself as Charlemagne’s natural successor. Or, as the founding father of food preservation. Neither have I ever had the Mona Lisa in my bedroom and I’ve never been in the position to appoint a relative as a monarch. Furthermore. I didn’t die at the age of fifty-one and it is not illegal to name a pig after me. But, still, I was a mini-celebrity on CroisiEurope’s Grand Tour Of Corsica. For seven days, I  was the ship’s unofficial, unpaid, resident Napoleon Bonaparte look alike. My only claim to fame is that I look far more like Napoleon than Mr Phoenix.

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