I have always been an avid impressionist and have often been told I am very good at it.
The thing is - I drive my wife batty with it (although she can't help but laugh) but I can't help it. When the most ordinary of situations occurs I will slip into an impression.
For example:
On the spur of the moment, I decide to go for a walk but she can't decide whether to join me or not, so then, I slip into my 'Robocop' impression; "Dead or alive, you're coming with me".
If I go in the dog room or yard and she's clearing up some 'Doggy Doo' I give her my Frank Spencer - actions and all; "Ooohh Betty, the dog's done a woopsie...mmm."
The other day, she was trimming a joint of beef in the kitchen and talking to me in the front room through the open door. She did not quite hear something I said and entered the front room holding the large boning knife. I jumped up in a flash and gave her my Sean Connery 'Malone': "ain't that just like a wop - Brings a knife to a gunfight. Go on, get out of here ya dago bastard"
She loves me though really.