I Googled my own name today to see what I could find.
Apparently I'm a boxer, not a dog, but the pugilistic kind.
The next line down says I'm a bloke from the antipodes
but I've never even been there, I'm sure, but I have been overseas.
Although I haven't seen Connecticut, that's where number three is from.
He's a leader in his chosen field; I wish that I had one.
All these blokes who have my name, leading different lives.
They have kids and cars and incomes that give them smiley wives.
I've learned my lesson, I won't look again. I don't need to see.
In fact, I've realised, I'm happy being me.