I admit that this post is going to be half-meaningless if you don't know my name, but nevertheless I'm going to write this post and not write my name!
This week a famous film actor died who shared my surname. In his most famous cross-dressing film, his cross-dressing mate initially takes my first name as a pseudonym before changing it. That and the Vicar of Dibley often used to dominate my Vanity Googling.
For some reason I fell upon 192.com and searched my name. Gratifyingly I feature neither in the 'free' or 'premium' results, which I count as a privacy win. Although I am in the phonebook!
I like to think of myself as singular, although there is someone who shares my name (but only by marriage) who publishes a lot of photos on the web - she's their at entry 22, I recognise her husband's, son's and daughter's names - and someone else who shares my name and was under the same consultant at Kings College Hospital, as I discovered in a major patient confidentiality fail.
I have very few relatives with my surname: my mother, my brother, sister-in-law, Nephew #2, Niece #2 and Aunt #4 (in Florida). And that's it. No cousins, second cousins, and as far as I know, no third cousins.
There are 26 Premium entries, which I'm not going to pay see in more detail, but:
- Entry #4 lives with someone with the same name my grandfather's twin sister had before she married;
- Entry #6, who shares my middle initial, lives with someone who has my father's second name;
- Entry #7, who also has my middle initial, lives with someone who has the same name as my sister-in-law, and someone's whose first name is shortened the same way as Nephew #2's name;
- Entry 25 lives with someone who shares my brother's name;
- Entry 26 also shares my middle initial.
So I'm a bit disappointed to find I'm far from singular. but also rather pleased that I am quite hard to find on the internet!
Although, apparently, someone with my name owns the copyright to a song written in 1931 by someone with my initials, and the song is called When Me and My Sweetie Step Out. To think we had to wait another quarter of a century until Rock n Roll came along. You don't have to know the song, just the title and the era, and you can imagine it, just before you hurl!
