I rue the day (in 2004/5?) I got my name as my gmail address. My first name is not rare and my surname very common. Since then I've collected an eclectic group of homonyms who I just can't get out my inbox. The list includes: the retired English nurse who races remote control yachts and never pays his telco bill, the South African gold miner whose best new spots I am privy too, the NZ sports shop chain owner with a large property portfolio linked to my identity, the English lad on probation who ignores my suggestions to improve his dire CV presentation, and the Perth member of an illegal motorcycle group who is called occasionally to ride outs for fallen members.