Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by Smokin Joe, 28 Jul 2007.
...have such stupid names?
I mean, Floyd, Tyler, Levi, Lance and so on.
What's it all about?
yeah, they need proper names like Bradley and Geraint.
Always wondered if Djamolidine was a common name back home in Tashkent..
My son is called Lance
that's him in the pic
my son is called Djamolidine!
It could have been worse; they could have kept the Dutch as their early masters!
Some of them are pretty cool, though!
Egbert Egbert - that's double dutch.
Coe-lin (Powell) is an American pronunciation of an 'ordinary' name which makes me sigh...
Truman... Chet... Wilson... Bart..I dunno. Once upon a time in the days of yore, there was a GB weightlifter - Precious McKenzie - now that's a real limey name!
Unfortunately,the offspring of Madonna, Bob Geldof - and others I'm sure - are lumbered with names that would give cycling commentators a problem.
"Roll on Paris" - could mean anything these days!
Pot and kettle!!!!!! what kind of name is Joe?????
Etiene De Wilde - what a name
So's my Pile Cream...I think
Isn't that Germoline. Chuck is one name that always seems strange to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The problem with us Brits is that because Americans speak a similar English languange, we think they should be similar to us in other ways too. They are foreigners, a completely different culture, as different as Germans are to Brits. Funny names, funny laws, funny customs are just part of it.
Yeah Keith, Chuck IS a strange name for Pile Cream
I agree there's no reason for them to have names familiar to us. Very few of them are descended form 'English' immigrants. It's only George Bush that we can be really proud of as one of us (from Suffolk) amongst the recent political elite, for example.
Amongst our friends and work mates in the States, only one had a familiar sounding name - 'Dave Brown'. But it turned out it was an Anglicised version his family had adopted on arrival in the States as Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany.
The common American name I have the most problem with is 'Randy'. It's always associated with one of those traumatic experiences of youth that's hard to get over. My first trip to the States was to join a climbing expedition. On arrival, this bloke bounded over to me and said "Hi, I'm Randy. We're sharing a tent". Gulp!
The north of England and the west coast of the States could have been on separate planets in the early 70's. Whole place was bonkers. Everyone owned a car...... houses were huge...... Some of them were vegetarians .... 'Yosemite' didn't rhyme with Marmite.... And some of the girls.... well, probably best leave it there.
The North of England's still on a seperate planet (and still in the 70's)...
Runs for cover....
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