My late parents called me Ann so it could not be shortened. My oldest son is called Robert my late Father said when he grew up and worked in a factory everyone would call him Bob, I said that would not happen, neither has happened. I have a VERY serious problem with folk shortening names, OH is Peter, so many people say Pe, they dont even pronounce the T, and I say, that is what we use in the garden, not that anyone takes any notice, they just take it as a given right to shorten his name.
Yes. I HATE being called 'Stee' ! Steve is fine, my mother sometimes calls me Stephen; sir by staff in shops and restaurants would be good since I'm paying their wages. But NOT STEE !!
(no doubt some smart alec (who was he I wonder?) on here will now wind me up).
The only place I don't mind it is in the poem reminding us of the order of English monarchs, where it's necessary to make it rhyme. Poetic licence. (Where do you get one of those?)
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Definately raises my blood pressure
Defin i tely! Tut tut.
Second commercial break. This film is distinctly strange.
Oh. I see. Beg yours.
Apology accepted Steve
Issues. ISSUES!
Magazines have issues. Why not call them problems?
'til Grrrr!
Out the door/window
I'll be there for you
'Back in the day'
My late parents called me Ann so it could not be shortened. My oldest son is called Robert my late Father said when he grew up and worked in a factory everyone would call him Bob, I said that would not happen, neither has happened. I have a VERY serious problem with folk shortening names, OH is Peter, so many people say Pe, they dont even pronounce the T, and I say, that is what we use in the garden, not that anyone takes any notice, they just take it as a given right to shorten his name.
Yes. I HATE being called 'Stee' ! Steve is fine, my mother sometimes calls me Stephen; sir by staff in shops and restaurants would be good since I'm paying their wages. But NOT STEE !!
(no doubt some smart alec (who was he I wonder?) on here will now wind me up).
The only place I don't mind it is in the poem reminding us of the order of English monarchs, where it's necessary to make it rhyme. Poetic licence. (Where do you get one of those?)