Books I can never have enough of them, they are to me as vital as the very air I breathe.
Some say I am eccentric; I say poppycock and will explain later; as now I have to update the catalog of my shovel collection.
I prefer not to go into the details of my background, suffice to say I left my homeland and all it and my ancestral heritage offered in order to find the real me.
I will however say my rather curious given name is entirely due to my father's ability to always confuse things.
My father went to register my birth, trusting no one but himself to ensure I received the correct given name of each of the past five generations of the male head of the family and thus, in his opinion, ensured family tradition and heritage were honoured.
My father found himself waiting for a Clerk to return to the Births Registration counter to attend to the matter. His frustration grew with each passing minute.
Another gentleman, also waiting, and standing behind my father said 'Excuse me Sir.'
'YES, what do you want' my father barked back at the man.
The other man, quite taken aback at my father's fierce reply asked meekly, 'I was simply about to ask you Sir, how long is the delay? '
Unfortunately for me, my father had turned to face the man inquiring about the delay and neither noticed the return of the Clerk nor heard the Clerk ask, ' Given name or names of child being registered? '
In his frustration with the delay my father answered the man inquiring as to the length of the delay by shouting ' ENDLESS '.
The Clerk naturally took it that Endless, as bizarre a name as he had ever heard, was that chosen for me by my father.
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