Lord Lucan is living in Marton. Yeah, right.

HE'S sparked headlines around the world and much gossip for Marton but reclusive Englishman Roger Woodgate says he is not notorious peer Lord Lucan.
Mr Woodgate lives a solitary life with his possum Redfern, cat Smoky and a hairy goat named Camilla in the back of a rusted Land Rover parked in a boggy paddock beside a railway track.
It was reported yesterday the mild-mannered, sandy haired, small English chap was thought to be the main man of one of Britain's great unsolved mysteries.
Lucan who would be 72, disappeared in 1974 after the murder of his nanny and even though he was believed to have drowned in the English Channel there have been dozens of reports from people all over the world who say they have seen him.
Mr Woodgate, aged 62, is originally from London and has lived for five years in isolation on the outskirts of Marton and became the latest Lucan sighting about two months ago.
His nearest neighbours, two paddocks away, were convinced he was the infamous Lucan and their revelations kicked off a minor media frenzy this week.
Yesterday, Mr Woodgate said the neighbours' claim was extraordinary and slightly weird.
sniggered, brushing his nose with his sleeve.
"Never thought of myself as a British Lord - never, ever.
"I mean, I'm nothing like him, am I?"
Mr Woodgate was formerly a photographer with the British Ministry of Defence and said he'd always been keen on the Royal Family, though.
He named his three goats The Duke of Edinburgh, Prince of Wales and Camilla.
Unfortunately the Duke died of old age last year and the prince vanished a few months ago, he said.
"Now there's only Camilla, but she's happy enough grazing around."
On Tuesday Sidney Ball, a former Scotland Yard detective now living in New Zealand, arrived at Mr Woodgate's Land Rover with a film crew to make a documentary about neighbours at war on the off-chance that the "old guy in the Land Rover" was Lord Lucan.
"He knew the minute he laid eyes on me that I wasn't his man.
"Yeah, it was pretty disappointing for him. But how could you seriously think Lucan was me? ''
"It's a bit like all those people being convinced they've seen Elvis or Hitler, really. Isn't it?" he grinned.
Mr Woodgate said he had intended to build a house on his half-hectare property but red tape and council rules had forced him to ditch the plan.
"Just couldn't be bothered with it. It's easier to live this way."
Mr Woodgate's way is a scattered domestic camp including a bedroom in his Land Rover (an old, brown carpet slung in the back). Mouldy, empty cans were scattered across the front seat, which Redfern uses as his bunkhouse for his daytime naps.
The ablution block is a wooden shed with a long-drop dunny and a bucket outside.
The main living area is in a corrugated iron barn-sized leaky shed with the decor including a suite of old motorbikes, a broken trailer and a few pieces of wood and strands of wire.
Wearing a holey brown jersey, worn-out corduroy jacket and faded beanie, Mr Woodgate said that all the media attention had put paid to his weekly trip into town.
"Well, everyone knows me there, you see. They will all be laughing, so I'll just leave it for a couple of days."
PICTURED: NOT LORD LUCAN: Roger Woodgate and Redfern, his pet possum, deny speculation that he is in fact the infamous murderer.