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
|The Birthday Party (almost every
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
get away from Margaret Thatcher's (and Milton
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."
physio called Bruce
||Two more cells
to fill; the phrase Machiavellian chicanery works
|Barry McKenzie movies
optimism fills the last cell so I can now point
new acquaintances to this page...