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A word or two about Davids. Growing up back home, I was basically the only David I knew, barring my Uncle Dave of course. My sister knew a couple. I was the only one of my friends with the name. I guess it had just fallen out of common use in New Zealand.

But in England ... ahh, it's a different matter entirely. Multiple Daves and Davids appear to have sprung forth from Britannia's bountiful loins. Consider the following: around fifteen people work in our immediate group at Ignite, including David, David, David, David (who only counts as a half because he uses his middle name Nigel), and this Dave. Strange.

And then there's the following: David, Dave, David and this Dave again. As Dave commented recently, we are indeed many. I'm beginning to understand why people feel the need to call me "Davo".
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