There's no such thing as 'fake' CE marks (although the labelling applied to the product should conform to the standard so they look right).

CE is not an entity, a mark of conformity to a standard, a quality mark, or a certification organization logo. It is a marking for the EU authorities to indicate that the product can move freely throughout the European Community.

There is no laboratory, certification agency, etc., associated with CE Marking, hence you cannot 'fake' it.

It is simply a marking applied to indicate conformance to a common set of essential requirements for nineteen countries in Europe.

As there is a presumption of conformity then in general the manufacturer can apply the marking and by doing so is self-declaring that the product meets the essential requirements laid out in the EU directives. No testing or anything is required, but this opens a wide door of risk for the organisation placing the product on the market.

If you have proof (via product testing) that an item is not compliant then you need to take it up with the enforcement office of the relevant European Country - eg in the UK this is the trading standards office nearest to the organisation placing the product on the market.

See also
    * Batman/Aliens
    * Batman vs. Predator
    * Superman vs. Aliens
    * Superman vs. Predator

One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Director was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
 
"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Director make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."
 
"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.
 
 
 
"Well, I'd like to," replied St. Peter, "but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."
 
"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven," said the woman.
 
"Sorry, we have rules..." And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell. The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were all dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times.
 
 
 
They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil, who was actually a really nice guy (kinda cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved good-bye as she got on the elevator. The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and she found St. Peter waiting for her.
 
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had a great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.
 
 
 
"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity," he said.
 
 
 
The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell." So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.
 
When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
 
 
"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is, is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."
 
The Devil looked at her and smiled. "Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're staff."