This is as a result of the quite eloquent Viv's blog which she insists on having me comment on. It's the LAW.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away (ok Rotherham), a baby was born. Because his father was evil or welsh, the baby was registered as Gareth Mark.
Gareth is a welsh name meaning "wise man". Mark, apparently means warlike. Possibly for these reason or one which has never been explained to me I was known as Mark. Neither seem appropriate.
Then one fateful day when I was about 11, I was interviewed for a new school. The headmaster asked me my name and I gave it. "So Gareth," he said. I was too shy to say anything to him. So anyone who knows me from that watershed moment calls me Mark, anyone after calls me Gareth. Except my Mum who appears to have switched allegiances.
Of course it all gets confusing when post and pre watershed people meet.
One of the biggest issues is Gareth appears to be hard to spell garath, Garrath, Garreth, Garrett ive had them all
How do I feel? I don't like Gareth. It's been too long now that I don't think I could handle new people calling me Mark. It's more of a family name now.
Sunday 5 September 2010
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Thank you for calling me quite eloquent, I will try to become fully eloquent as time goes on
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But that's another story all together...