Retired airman Stan Still, 76, from Cirencester, Gloucestershire, said his name had been "a blooming millstone around my neck my entire life".
"When I was in the RAF my commanding officer used to shout, 'Stan Still, get a move on' and roll about laughing," he said.
"It got hugely boring after a while."
The names were compiled through The Baby Website and through phone directories. There are more names in this story from the BBC. Link -via Buzzfeed
That said, when I was a kid, some of my neighborhood friends had the last name Ho. Their mother was named Ida. We all called her Spud. She was apparently fine with this as she took her husband's last name and had a good sense of humor about her nickname. She even began introducing herself as Spud.
Her friends all thought we were hippies or something. I always told her that if she was in a crowd with a thousand people and someone yelled "hey Pepper" it would be for her, unlike if someone yelled "hey Debbie".
When we left I asked my Wife and we were both like WTF!
I feel for whoever was named Justin Case. Whenever someone says that, or says "Just in time", I always turn my head thinking they are talking to me.
When my wife and I were thinking about babynames for our daughter, I suggested Ursula. You know, the strength of a bear would be a good name to live up to. She nixed it firmly.
Cardinal Sin ....
While it's easy enough to change one's name, there are to big reasons I did not change my name, as much as I hate it:
1. No one in my family would ever use the new name if I had changed it. It would have been a major point of conflict, especially with my mother. Ultimately, not worth the hassle.
2. By 18, unless your name is REALLY awful, you get used to it. I hate my name, but getting used to a new one is just not something I would find very easy to do.
That doesn't mean that when it comes up, I don't remind my mother what a stupid name I have. And that sort of ammo is priceless. And yes, I have a good relationship with my mother.
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Les Behan
Another one is another young Swede got named Lego. Never mind Zack the LEGO Maniac, it's Lego, the LEGO Maniac! (if he does the LEGO thing, that is.)
I was told by my 6 grade teacher that she once had kids named Rusty Bolt and Barbie Doll.
But, I'd say Ikea would be the worst of these. Particle board, anyone? Flat Pack probably wouldn't be quite so bad, instead.
Give it a Splat!
--TwoDragons