
I know a thing or two about
unfortunate names. Sure, you find “
Bart King” to be impressive, regal even. But that moniker has caused some difficulties, especially during my school years.
Particularly cruel was one class when the instructor himself began chanting, “
Gene, Gene, made a machine! Joe, Joe, made it go!”
(I'm guessing you know the rest?)But hey, no one ever said
getting a master’s degree would be easy.

Writing for the
New York Times, Sarah Lyall filed a
story from
Crapstone, England on this very topic.
Britain has an absurdly high ratio of place names that are likely to cause a
smirk and a snicker. While bandying jokes about
Ugley (in
Essex) or
North Piddle (
Worcestshire) is all well and good at a pub, try markng down “
Thong” as your residence on a job application.

Let’s say you teach middle school. A kid asks where you’re from. “
Pratt’s Bottom” you reply. And then you’d have to pack up your belongings and quit from the subsequent derision, because
a “prat” is a nimrod. And a “bottom” is… yeah. The American equivalent would be saying you’re from “
Nerd’s Butt,” I suppose.

As to the photo to the right, a “
water butt” is a receptacle for collecting water. And a “hole” is where the water collects. See? It makes perfect sense. But nonetheless, the sign is a popular place for
tourists to moon for a photo op.
Those idiots!While periodic attempts are made to
rename these puerile places, I enjoyed Carol Midgley’s defense of them: “
Sniggering at double entendres is a loved and time-honored tradition in this country.” Ours too! “
Gene, Gene, made a machine, Joe, Joe, made it go…"
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