My middle name is actually Maree, and I don't mind it. I never have to use it for anything, so it just kinda hangs around waiting for a form that requires a middle name.

If I could choose my middle name, I'd probably just not have one. What's the point anyway? It's just a waste of ink.

your face is a waste of ink.
and you spell your middle name rong

You're such a meany bo beany Jim. :sniff:

My comedy hero says you may choose your own middle name if one is not provided for you.

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I like having a middle name. If I have to sign my initials I always insert it. I started this at 16 because there was someone in the office with the same initials (I worked in life assurance - yawn) and I just got to like the way it looked. I practiced my new initials before I got married, moreso than my signature, as I have a special scrawly way of writing them, whereas my sig is pretty much just a handwritten name.

And my middle name is the same as my Mum's, which makes me feel special (because she didn't use it up on my older sister).

So I guess I'll keep mine for now.
I had cool ones for the children I never had though.
I think it builds character to have an unusual middle name, without being outre.

Life assurance?

Patient - "Am I dead?"
Sundae - "No deary, you're still talking so I assure you you're alive."
Patient - "Oh, thanks! I was worried there for a second."


When I was a kid my parents switched my middle name to Macaroni-and-Cheese, even when they yelled at me... so there's that.

You insure against something that might happen.
You're going to die at some point, so it's assurance.

I was brought up Catholic so naturally my middle name is Marie. Catholic girls always have a Mary or Marie or similar in their name. I knew an entire family whose girls names all started with Mary - MaryGrace, MaryCatherine, MaryBeyonce, you get the drift.

If I could pick my name I would pick Lilly. Because I would change my first name to Tiger and Tiger Lilly is a fabulously cool name even if Paula Yates and Michael Hutchence did it before.

Gotcha.
(I'm still picturing you doing my version, I think it would suit your cheery personality...y'know, convincing people they're not dead yet.)

Bri - my sister got landed with Mary.
They had an old-school priest when she was baptised, who was infamous locally for refusing to baptise a child Hazel. "That's not a name, that's a nut!"

Razz, I moved on from life assurance to being a barmaid. I performed a similar community service, going out collecting the glasses and leaning over the old boys.
"Well there Mr Jenkins, life in the old dog yet!"

I never went home sober on a Sunday afternoon; two different pubs, ten years apart but Sunday is always a morning treat while the wife has the roast in the oven. Make sure they can reach the cheese and crackers/ roast potatoes amd keep smiling.
"One for yourself darling?"
"Don't mind if I do."