One of my mother's friends is named Candy Cane.

Great when you are 6 months old
Awesome if you are a 22 year old stripper
Not so good when you are in your 70's

I used to work with a guy named Jim Wimp. Surprisingly, when he got married he took his wife's last name.

My 12th grade literature teacher and swim team coach name was Mr Mast the funny thing was he was fairly short.

My high school biology teacher is named Janet Jukoff.
The variations abounded.:haha:

I've heard of a name called Hugh Jazz.

When you pronounce it, it sounds like "huge ass". :-?

I know a bloke called Mike Hunt and many years ago we were both enjoying a pint in our local of the day when the barmaid answered the phone and shouted out across the bar "Has anyone seen Mike Hunt?"

You can imagine the roars of laughter that ensued, added to by the blushing expression on the barmaids face as she realised she was the victim of a practical joke...one of the boys had rang the pub from a public phone box across the street.

Hm, 45 posts before we got to Mike Hunt.
Did expect it earlier.

Anyway, in my 1960s school days I remember the Wolverhampton Director of Education was a Mr. G.W.R. Lines.

For those not familiar with British railway history, GWR also was the initials of the Great Western Railway, hence he was often referred to as Great Western Railway Lines, even if it does sound a mouthful.

A contrived set of names by his parents, no doubt.
Can't believe it's a coincidence.

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"Well I don't think that was very nice..."

Mary Shytehouse isn't it?

http://i.imgur.com/Cy9XLpE.png?1

"That wasn't very nice either, young man..."

Jimbuna's post at #45, reminds of the time when I worked in a bank, just before I joined GPO.

We had a customer whose name was Miss Dick.
I hated it if I had to call her name out, when it was busy.

When I was 18 I kicked a tin can along the street. A little further down the road a police car pulled up beside me and the passenger cop made it plain that they'd stopped me only reluctantly because some busybody who'd been watching from his garden had asked them to. I could see him watching still.

This busybody was a Mr Train. The tin can later ended up in his garden.

Back in the '80s, I knew a lass from work by the name of Miss Totty.
Certainly not top totty by any stretch of the imagination.

Tim Nice But Dim:
 

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"I say, Old Boy: Top Tottie!"

I've worked with lots of people who've taken on humorous nicknames in the forces (little guys called Lofty, one Welsh guy to stop being called Taff took on the moniker Velcro (as in knee pads to grip the sheep better), etc., etc..) One genuine name, however, was Chris Peacock.

I did look in our phone directory once, just to see whether there might be an R. Sole, and sure enough there he was...

Don't tell me it was your number :D

Bollocks...

Listed in one of my railway history books is an engineer by the name of Hugh Smellie (1840-1891).

An unfortunate surname made even worse by the choice of christian name