A Town in West Yorkshire
Olli was born in 1989 and was a smallish, beautiful baby and of course by far the best in the whole hospital.
In the next bed to me was a young woman who had just given birth to twin girls. She was a pleasant woman and was married to an equally likeable young man who was, perhaps, not at the front of the queue when they were giving out the brains.
She was always grumbling about him - he had brought her the wrong nightdress, the wrong towel, the wrong cosmetics. The rest of us in the ward registered him as being well-meaning but somewhat incompetent.
One day she sent him off to register the babies' births.
When he came to visit her later that day, there was a bit of muffled yelling followed by what can only be described as an Atmosphere.
After he'd gone, she came over to explain to the rest of us who were waiting excitedly for the gossip.
"You'll never guess what he's done!" she said. "He's called her a town in West Yorkshire!"
We couldn't quite follow this and it took a bit of explaining before we could understand.
They had wanted to call the twins Hayley and Kayleigh. Yes, I can hear what you're thinking, it wouldn't have been my first choice either, but that was what they wanted.
But he wasn't too hot on spelling. He had registered their names as Hayley and Keighley.
Keighley is a little industrial town in West Yorkshire, best known for being the starting place of the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway. Oh, and I went to a good Chinese restaurant there a few times.
Hayley and Keighley, eh? They'll be nineteen now. I wonder where they are, and what they're doing.
In the next bed to me was a young woman who had just given birth to twin girls. She was a pleasant woman and was married to an equally likeable young man who was, perhaps, not at the front of the queue when they were giving out the brains.
She was always grumbling about him - he had brought her the wrong nightdress, the wrong towel, the wrong cosmetics. The rest of us in the ward registered him as being well-meaning but somewhat incompetent.
One day she sent him off to register the babies' births.
When he came to visit her later that day, there was a bit of muffled yelling followed by what can only be described as an Atmosphere.
After he'd gone, she came over to explain to the rest of us who were waiting excitedly for the gossip.
"You'll never guess what he's done!" she said. "He's called her a town in West Yorkshire!"
We couldn't quite follow this and it took a bit of explaining before we could understand.
They had wanted to call the twins Hayley and Kayleigh. Yes, I can hear what you're thinking, it wouldn't have been my first choice either, but that was what they wanted.
But he wasn't too hot on spelling. He had registered their names as Hayley and Keighley.
Keighley is a little industrial town in West Yorkshire, best known for being the starting place of the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway. Oh, and I went to a good Chinese restaurant there a few times.
Hayley and Keighley, eh? They'll be nineteen now. I wonder where they are, and what they're doing.
posted by Daphne at 5:52 pm
7 Comments:
I know a guy from there :p
I think it may be pronounced keeflee
so yeah Hayley and Keeflee
begs the question, if he is sooo incompetent why are you having kids with him, and more inportantly if he is incompetent and can't spell why send him to register the twins????
sorry I seem to have a negative
view of people
XxX
Must be a Yorkshire thing. Same happened to a friend of mine years ago.....named his kids Bradford and Bingley. We KNOW what happened to them !
That's what happens when you name your kids after towns.
Could have been worse. He could have named that unfortunate twin Cleckheaton or perhaps Heckmondwike. Personally, having taught so many Kayleighs, Kaylees and Keeleys, I'd say I prefer Keighley...
Ditto YP about the variations of spelling Kaylee and don't forget Karleeah, Carlee, Kaydee, Kylee, and sometimes in the same class!
Cleckheaton would be good compared with further south, say Chipping Sodbury or Breaky Bottom.
At least they weren't born in Pennsylvania where they could have been named Intercourse and Climax.
When I was in the hospital having my second son I had a room mate. Her gene pool could have used a bit of chlorine. She was very young and very not intelligent. She wanted to name her son Duane. She asked me how to spell it. I told her the traditional spelling. She thought that insane. I mean, really, that's not how it sounds. She ended up writing Doowane on the certificate. There, she proclaimed, now people will know how to say his name.
I think God must like stupid people. He makes so many of them.
Thank you for your comments which were universally wonderful!
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