You’re kidding! James Bond was in my fourth-grade class!
I know a guy named Mike Singletary. Wouldn’t have thought anything of it but every (american) football nut does a double take when I say that name, so it must be someone famous.
I also met a guy named James Bond, but he was clearly born before the films came out, poor bastard.
My name is David Jones. I never get tired of Monkees references, let me tell ya.
Be thankful you don’t live in Australia, where David Jones is the name of an upper-middlebrow department store chain, sort of an attempt at a cross between Macy’s and Nordstrom.
My last name elisits all sorts of reactions from people. It’s both the last name of a very famous First Lady, and the last name of a famous TV cartoon mom.
I have to remember to never name any of my daughters Jackie, Marge, Selma, or Patty.
I went to high school with a guy called Tron (not named after the movie). His brother was named Hookah. Would it suprise you to know that their parents were hippies? :rolleyes:
I am not making this up.
A little more than ten years ago, I was working as a picture framer for a pretty well known chain store…(not that that is central to the story, mind you…)
Anyhow, a lady I worked with there claimed to have gone to high school with a girl named…
Smelda Rottencrotch.
Naturally, I demanded proof.
She brought me the only proof she could muster…a yearbook. Sure enough. Someone with a picture and everything…shudder Talk about mean ass parents.
Now I suppose there are all sorts of ways to jack around with someone’s name in the yearbook. Assuming she had garnered sufficient enemies on the yearbook committee and all, but wouldn’t you think that if that were the case, the advisor would put a stop to it?
Okay, this just made me laugh and laugh!
I had an English literature professor called James Dean and there was a professor in the department called John Hurt (although he looked like Senator Paul Simon.)
There is a reporter for the Wilmington, DE, News Journal called Michael Jackson.
On a strange note: When I was at the University of Delaware, one of my friends was roomate with a girl who had the same surname (unusual, but she was no relation) as a popular rock star who happened also to be from Delaware; she told everyone that he was her brother, and was always promising to get autographs, to get him and his band to play at the local student dives, etc. Bit of a sad thing; it was only to get attention – her mum worked in admissions, and my friend had a work-study there and got to know K’s mum and was asking about the rocker, and of course, K got busted.
Ghanima: Mike Singletary is a famous linebacker, I believe. Not quite famous enough that non-fans would know him, but famous enough that a lot of people who follow football would recognize the name, particularly if you live in Chicago. I want to say he plays for the Chicago Bears, but I haven’t followed football closely for a few years, so I’m not sure.
I went to high school with an Alex Fleming, a Shirley Temple, and a Susan Davis (who I also went to middle school with) who interned for the Congresswoman. I’m entering college this fall, so the only possible coincidence out of the three is Susan Davis. (Alex Fleming has, IIRC, one parent who works at a university and another who’s a scientist, so I’m sure that’s not much of a coincidence.) I also went to elementary school with a 49ers fan named Stephen Young.
This isn’t quite on-topic, but close: my mother went to high school with a Keith Fonhorst, who played for the San Francisco 49ers in the mid-70s, and my father was propositioned in high school by Sherry Gerber, whose father owns/owned the famous baby food company. (My mother, who was pregnant with me when she found this out, was quite annoyed at him for not accepting–who knows how cheap my baby food could have been! )
Ghanima and fetus: Mike Singletary was linebacker (I’m 95% sure of that) for the Chicago Bears, nicknamed Samuri Mike. He was, I believe, on the team that did the “Super Bowl Shuffle,” but I’m not sure if it’s fair to hold that against him.
Nice to meet you, Ms. Jones. (All his other indiscretions had very unusual names, so this is my best guess.) 
There’s a guy at my office named Dave Clarke. The “bits and pieces” jokes went away after about a month. Luckily the guy’s got a great sense of humor, so it was never too big a deal.
Sounds about right. Thanks for jogging my memory.
Nothin’ wrong with a little Super Bowl Shuffle, by the way.
There’s a Jeff Beck where I work.