A complex identity crisis crystallises*
A slight diversion; why did I leave England to come to Australia?	Why am I called Kieran at work and Gez at home?
The Triffids	Errors in my birth certificate
The Birthday Party (almost every London gig...) Nick stole my Guinness on 28/08/1980 - London, Covent Garden, Rock Garden.  Can I have it back by 2014?	Actually written Kieran Gerard (named after my father's father)
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds	Should have been Gerald Kieran (my mother disliked the name Kieran...)
The Moodists	Age 0->18 everyone (family, friends, school etc) calls me Gerald (or Gez for short)
Dame Edna Everidge	Then university insists I use the name in my birth certificate/passport
Skippy	So I start using my name Kieran in university related matters
The Magic Boomerang	Usually it's just too hard to explain why Gez and not Kieran, so I use Kieran
To get away from  Margaret Thatcher's (and Milton Friedman's) soulless monetarism and the gargantuan greed of the 1980s (little did I guess that the 1990s and 2000s would go even further...)	I remember first meeting my new London flat-mate Howard in 1982: "Hi, my name is Kieran, but all my friends call me Gez." "Pleased to meet you Kieran."
An Australian physio called Bruce	Two more cells to fill; the phrase Machiavellian chicanery works well here.
Barry McKenzie movies	Relentless optimism fills the last cell so I can now point new acquaintances to this page...

*