I feel the time has come to tell the truth. The man you know as Phil Brown was actually born a Smurf.
His father was Wye Aye Smurf, his mother Bonny Lass Smurf. Bonny Lad Smurf was their only child and they loved him dearly.
Sadly, Bonny Lad was a troubled child. He tended to pick on other Smurfs, admonishing them in games of Ring a Ring of Roses. As they all fell down he stood in the middle of them, wagging his his finger, shouting obscenities as if playing to an audience.
At Smurf school he was always in trouble. In one notorious incident he had collected a jarful of bugs which he emptied on the floor. He then proceeded to run a toy bus back and forth, back and forth until each little critter was dead or maimed.
Bonny Lad Smurf knew he was different. He loved football like most of his kind. But rather than dream of being a superstar player, he dreamt of becoming the England team manager.
Then, opportunity knocked. A crash of a supply truck to the local hospital. A huge flagon of growth hormone rolled into the ditch. Bonny Lad saw his chance. It took him hours to roll the bottle all the way to the garden shed, but he did it. He could be a stubborn SOB at times.
So Bonny started knocking back this growth hormone like
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Regular visits to the tanning salon followed. Generally, Smurfs aim for a navy blue look, Bonny Lad chose orangey brown spray. After a few sessions, now 5 times his normal height, he looked in the mirror and screamed “I feel brown! I feel brown!” So Phil Brown crossed over to the world of Homo Sapiens.
You know the rest, any missing information can be found on Wikipedia.
But no true Smurf can hide his smurfenticity forever. Several here have noted his choice of headwear, the straggly beard getting ever longer.
I can see how blue Bonny Lad (sorry Phil) is becoming. When Barrow dispense with his services, you will see it too.