Club Arnage

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 ;D ;D ;D

How on earth?

... No! I won't ask....


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bill

Bet he feels a bit of a Phani now  ::)

pmsl

much better than mike hunt, drew peacock, and my personal favourite, rudolph hucker.

How do I change my username  ;D

Not forgetting, of course, Hugh Janus and Norma Stits.

Actual real names I have encountered are an ex-colleague called Paul Mycock (he was a PhD but refused to be called Dr) and a Mr Paul Lateef who ran a discount store (no cheap dentures though).

Del

My mum maintains that she once worked with a bloke called Ivor Dickin.

I think she lied.

We had a teacher called Mrs Hardon ;D

Working on a conference for IBM we once had a delegate called Anne Cockhead. Everyone tried to pronounce it Cokehead, either way, hours of amusement  ;D

That's just reminded me. There is an engineer at one of my customers locations called Dick Cockhead.

When I did my Yachtmaster practical course, our instructor was John Thomas.

But, many, many years ago. I was in the hay loft of the local farm with my girlfriend Sarah getting down to business so to speak and we got caught at 'short strokes time' by the farmer named Gordon Bennett!

I once worked with someone called Juliette Cox.  Not surprisingly she used to tell people her name was Julie.

Dx

Well.....20 odd years ago I worked with a guy who's full name was......

             John Thomas Cox..........Tom for short ;D

I once sold some items on ebay,to a gent named Richard Dickswell.

What's in a name? ;D

Lady PP had a headmaster in Victoria called Mr Cockburns... at Poowong Primary School.
I went to school with Bernard Bender, His father was Helmut Bender (Dont think mother was called Ima though).

Salisbury District council have an elderley lady tenant called Mrs Kunt!

I have several records by Wayne King... a good friend of Elton Johns.

Another record by Bobby Bigwood (Autographed).... and a mate sold him a car recently... He lives in Sandbanks so a stupid name didnt do him any harm!

My Bluetooth name is Hugh Janus...has been for years!

The owner of Kimbers carpets in Christchurch is Mike Hunt.... calls himself Michael.... Obviously he was born before porkys was released!

There was a Wayne Kerr at school with a friend in London.... and another mate had the unfortunate name of Simon Crapp... "Crappy" for short. Last i heard was he had changed it to Mannering.

Lady PP's fave is Mr I.P. Freely but she is not sure if thats a real one....

And finally.... There is a teddy bear maker called Ivor Brownsword.

All the above are honestly true.

And one I made up.... the Dane we met years back at LM who was so camp he got named Shir Tlifter

One more.... the winner of the 1974 Munich Endurance wnaking comp.......... Hans Oncok.

I knew a Chris Peacock and when I was at junior school the head and his missus worked there, a Mr and Mrs Crapper.

One spotted in Rotterdam last weekend.... it was a clothes shop, not a fetish club!

And another! ;D

May be not.    I head first hand of a person by that name. too.  His name on the front of his ID badge was Charlie Dickin.  He covered the back of the badge with tape as that gave your real name.  i.e. Mine had "Tom" on the front but "Thomas" on the Back.   However, Your Pay Slip had your full name.

Another unfortunate name I've encountered was Morris Minor. (Well Maurice Minor really :-)

t.

A girl in work was named Marina Morris, and a guy in the army had a surmame of Woodcock nicknamed Splinterdick !!

That has reminded me.... I have a mate with a wife called Marina and the chairman of the local area Marina owners club years back (I DID NOT HAVE ONE) was called Maurice... and he was weird!! :o

A few years ago, when I was working as a Radiographer on the Isle Of Man, I had to call a patient whose name was Juan Kerr, I went into the waiting room and tentatively called 'Mr Kerr?'

nothing...

Again, louder 'Mr Kerr?'

nothing

Then I had to call the full name. A young chap stood up, quite cross and shouted at me 'It's pronounced Jew-an'

you live and learn

I've heard of his brother, Wayne Kerr.

the was a chap on tv, on a motorbike program, and he really was a w*nk*r, and was called Wayne Kershaw.  Very near miss that

I'm sorry that my first post is one of rebuke.  I have spent many forlorn hours, hoping to find my father on such a forum as he was/is an avid motor racing fan and only now summoned the courage to become a member.

However this thread, I believe that is what you call them, has me very cross.  Not blessed with a loving family, my father, I never knew him, had a cruel sense of humour and he christened me Richard Head.  An unfortunate name, but I have kept it, in the hope that one day I will meet him and face him man to man.

It is so easy to laugh and why shouldn't you, have a good belly laugh at our misfortune. 

My strength has been my wife, Tess Tickle and our young daughter Patt Head, they give me reason to live and carry on.

There used to be a team in our sunday league sposored by Wayne Kerr Rendarr. Bet they never tired of the jokes!
There was also someone who used to work for Joest called Reindeer Fuchs.

Richard,

I don't think you should take too much out on your dad because he was one.

You are the hero here.

Jerry

I worked for company called Goodhead

They had a football team called

Swallows...............but not for long!

I once sold a car to a nice man called Mr FUK YOW. I could hardly fill in the paperwork, in fact I had to leave the desk and go into the workshop, it was the only place he couldn't hear the laughter. What made it worse was when I ask him his full name he said "Fuk with one K not CK." How I kept a straight face for all of 2 mins I will never know. ;D

I once worked with a guy called Dick Holder (it really said that on his business card), and aparently one of the Milky Bar Kid's real name was Wayne King.

Chinese restaurant in Rotterdam ;D

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i once found myself having a beer with a chap called michael a oatlaw in the town on the edge of lake powell page, probably page, you know what they call me he said ? "mike outlaw", just after i had been drinking with the christian red indian navajo john who said to me "jesus is the main mother f*cker" I got invited out in his pick up to shoot living things in the desert, being english i refused.......