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Hilariously, googling my own name wasn’t how I found out that there is a girl in my VILLAGE, that shares my name. Even my middle initial.

The woman at the newsagent asked my dad if I went to one of the local schools when he went to pick up a magazine.

Then he met the girl’s brother in a shoe-shop.

We’re were probably even born in the same hospital, two years apart.

The difference between us though, is that she doesn’t have the sense to limit where our name appears online.

Which is a minor annoyance.

Originally from her divine shadow on November 24, 2007, 6:33am