In a comment yesterday, Valerie asked me “Hi John, may I call you John or would you prefer CJ?”.
I answer to anything, Valerie – well almost. Most of my family call me John. My brother, GB (who has his own name dilemmas), calls me CJ. To my children, I'm Dad. To one of my nieces I'm Uncle John.
My former work name and the one my Dad used was Clive (the first part of the CJ). Of course, in some cases in work I was called Mr. Edwards or 'Assistant Chief Executive'. In another aspect of my work I was ‘Company Secretary’. One of my staff even called me 'Boss' but in the friendliest of terms and never really seriously! Elsewhere I was ‘Chairman’. I expect I had other titles but thankfully a few years of retirement have made me forget them. Although it’s rare nowadays the occasional shop assistant will call me ‘Sir’. The postman calls me ‘My Mate’. The man in the fish market calls me ‘Squire’ (a commonly used Liverpool term). When I was a teenager I was a bit taken aback when a male bus conductor in Leeds called me 'Love'. I did have long hair at the time but was very relieved to find out that in Leeds it was common for blokes to call each other 'Love'. Things I have been called in more intimate moments with folk will hopefully go with me to my grave - I certainly ain't sharing them on a blog!
Some fellow bloggers call me Scriptor or Scriptor Senex, or even SS. And I have been known to respond to ‘Hey, You.’
As my Nana used to say –“ You can call me anything you like just don't call me late for dinner.”
All the best,
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