DaleWisely wrote: In addition, a lot of people that are distantly related to me, including a crowd of them in the Bloomington, Indiana area, spell their names Wisley.
Funny you should mention that. The headquarters of the Royal Horticultural Society is at Wisley in Surrey in SE England. From now on I'll always associate you with cabbages.
There are 6 people in the Cleveland telephone directory alone who are named Michael Burns, not to mention those who try to hide behind "M. Burns", as if we didn't know what "M" means. When we sold our last house about 12 years ago we discovered that two liens had been placed on it against two other guys named Michael Burns. And this is just Cleveland. I shudder to think how many people named Michael Burns live in New York or Chicago.
And I used to think I was unique.
Michael P Burns
My mum's maiden name is Curliss, the "family seat" being in Co. Athlone. There are lots of Curlesses and Corlesses, but Curliss is quite rare. If you know one they're probably related to me, the poor b*ggers!
Steve
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
Woollcombes ar a far-flung lot: an artist in NZ, various environmental lawyers, an international arms dealer, and a poet.
Only one Bryce. What was that quote about 'any club that would have me as a member...'? Wilde, I think.
Tell us something.: I used to be a regular then I took up the bassoon. Bassoons don't have a lot of chiff. Not really, I have always been a drummer, and my C&F years were when I was a little tired of the drums. Now I'm back playing drums. I mist the C&F years, though.
The head of the Akron NAACP was named John Sharp a number of years ago when I lived in one of the suburbs, and I used to get a lot of calls for him. These were people who needed real help, like they were getting kicked out of housing or something like that, so I made the effort to look up the other John Sharp and posted the number next to the phone.
"Meon an phobail a thogail trid an chultur"
(The people’s spirit is raised through culture)
I have a friend called John Christie. He told me that he once received a letter addressed to "Mr J. Christ Esq."
Steve
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
jbarter wrote:There are lots of people called John Barter on Google but I'm none of them. I wonder if I exist.
Well, that's easy to find out. Are you on eBay?
On ebay we have our secret identities, just like on Chiff & Fipple. On Google I discovered that I was a minister that died in the 19th century. Even if I grant reincarnation, I doubt that was me.
When I first moved to my current city, I would get strange calls in the middle of the night, usually from some gruff, older voice, something to the effect of:
Me: Hello (sh*t, its 2:30 am!)
Caller: Dave? (uncertainly)
Me: Yeah.
Caller: Dave?!? (worried, now)
Me: Yes. Who is this? (getting pissed)
Caller: Dave .... ya gotta get me a woman, Dave.
Me: ............. wuh?
Thankfully, these calls died out after a few weeks.
djm
I'd rather be atop the foothills than beneath them.
djm wrote:
Me: Hello (sh*t, its 2:30 am!)
Caller: Dave? (uncertainly)
Me: Yeah.
Caller: Dave?!? (worried, now)
Me: Yes. Who is this? (getting pissed)
Caller: Dave .... ya gotta get me a woman, Dave.
Me: ............. wuh?
Thankfully, these calls died out after a few weeks.
djm
aw - man - what the perfect set up for a Cheech and Chong gag:
