I once worked with a tall British gent who insisted on being called JIM Bond. To make matters worse, he didn’t exactly look like Sean Connery, but if someone said “He looks like Sean Connery,” you’d know what prompted the comment. He has a high forehead that wrinkled when he expressed surprise, and prominent ears.
I currently work with Austin Powers, who is just out of college, and therefore must have been born shortly before the first movie (released 1997).
I have received spam solicitation from the incomparably-named Oral Suer.
In jr high the two pre-algebra teachers were Mrs. Paine and Mrs. Harsch. Math was scary! I also went to high school with a Michael Hunt, he never wanted us to call him Mike.
I have a work colleague that I’ve had some passing dealings with, but have never met. Both first and last names are very Old Testament. However, since I’ve never spoken to him, even on the phone, or have even seen him, as he works at another location hundreds of miles away, I’ve only had my own mental image of him.
Well, he’s been transferred to our site temporarily. And imagine my surprise that this person with the OT names is actually. . . Indian (and, no, not the North American variety). Not only that, he has probably the darkest complexion I have ever seen on anyone, anywhere. I think he’s probably so dark, I could see him at night.
I was told of a law firm in England, called Goat, Bullock, and Jones. (They felt quite regretful about not having been able to find a Mr.or Ms. Pigg as the third partner.) And supposedly, the firm’s Mr. Goat’s given name was William; and that of his wife, was Ann.
I’ve just learned the name of one of my book’s publicists, and m jaw dropped. I want to ask her how she does her hair, and if she wants a picture of the current pope, but she’s probably heard that a thousand times already.