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Speaking of names I have a fear that someone who shares my name is going to gain infamy for doing something very nasty and I’ll be stuck with the comments.

I fear that someone called Cliff Jones will go on a killing spree or moon the Queen during a state funeral, so for the rest of my life when I introduce myself, no one will say anything but the thoughts will linger there like a silent fart.

A friend of a friend called Mark Chapman shares a name with the guy who shot John Lennon and I’m sure he gets it all the time.

I went to university with a guy called James Mason. His stock answer to pleasant old ladies who filled in forms in Post Offices was “That’s right, except he’s dead.”

And what happens if I’m on the receiving end of an introduction. “…And this is Cliff, who works in the News. Cliff, this is our newest recruit to the IT team, Pol Pot.”

I mean what do you say?

What don’t you say?

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