“Would Abel Jenkins please report to the information desk?”
I feel sorry for tannoy announcers, tracking down customers with incomprehensible names in airports, stations, stores, shopping malls around the world.
But let’s make their job just a little harder still. Here’s the challenge, that Haron and I devised whilst bored waiting for a connection back from our holiday: who amongst us dares to ask someone to page their missing friend Saul.
“Saul Bottom”, to be precise.
Said fast enough, especially with certain accents, I would love to know how many folks with sore backsides would answer the call – or, at least, how many would stop and do a double take.
Other variants on the theme are welcome. The surname Caine offers potential; the first name Rod, too. And one could surely get away with an oriental Miss Ow.
PS the shock to the system of being back in the cold UK, fighting off the jetlag, was bad enough without finding that the heating in our house had packed up while we were away. At least Haron has ways she can get warmed up, before the engineer comes out today to save us!
No heating! How awful… you poor things
I can only hope that in being so kind as to warm Haron up, the exertion helped to warm you up somewhat too Abel?
Looking forward to hearing kink related names called out at the airport next time I visit one… or even asking for them if I feel brave enough, but knowing my other half that would be a punishable offence even as he laughed at it…
You can do a whole load with Tanya. There is a journalist with one of the best names I have heard in ages – Tanya Snuggs!
One that was pointed out to me last year was “Ronacres”, over a tannoy and with the right accent “Could Miss C Ronacres report too….” could easily be misinterpreted as “Could Miss See No Knickers…”
We used to be able to put in prayers for people at school- we always used to ask for blessing upon Seymore Butts. Not at all well recived by the Holy Mother…
LOL!
But I have to say that I’m glad these things don’t happen outside of our fevered imaginations – if an announcement like that had come out over the tannoy at Clapham Junction last Sunday, just after I’d sat on a hard bench and then winced while M laughed, it would have been too much to bear!