There used to be an antiques dealer in London called, Robin Barstard! Absolutely true!
Somebody up high obviously didn't like his earliest ancestors when the names were being handed out.
Hehe, which reminds me of shortly after my former brother-in-law had surgery to remove an extra bowel... yes, he had twice as much junk than he was supposed to in there.
Anyway, just as a joke, I said: "Well we know what happened to you when God was handing out the brains."
He sneerily asked: "What?" [we didn't really get along]
"God had run out of brains by the time he got to your place in the queue, so you got an extra bowel instead."
Funnily enough, it's his [my sister's] daughter's house that I'm living in now, but we never see him as he mostly works overseas.