Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wondering about Wendy
Some years ago we had a plump blonde barmaid at TB called Wendy. I know of at least two gentlemen who were fascinated by her generous curves. Recently another Wendy appeared, same sort of chassis but with much reduced circumference. Hair possibly dyed. Which caused us to wonder about the rarity of the name. I used to work with one. FIL had one for a neighbour in Exminster. Then there are the hamburger places. There used to be one near the Marble Arch Odeon and the company appears to be alive and well at http://www.wendys.com/ but I cannot remember when I last came across one of them. Peter Pan was fond of a Wendy. And that exhausts my store of wendys. Perhaps there was a spurt of them from the generation of mothers brought up on Peter Pan and then that was that.
Which brings me onto another matter of name, the people who do not like their given name. Of whom I know of three. An Arthur, a Rupert and a Charmaine. Not liking to the point that they do not look up if you call them by that name. Totally submerged under their known-as name. Charmaine was impressed by the notion of a known-as box on forms you have to fill in. Avoids embarrassment when visiting doctors and the like. Or when dealing with the terrorist conscious people behind desks at airports who get quite excited if they come across two first names for the same person. Apt to smell a very big rat.
Pigeons busy this morning on the fire thorn. As many as four of them on it at one point, which looked rather odd it not being a very big bush and their being quite big birds. Quite a lot of swaying.
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