Do you forget people’s names?

Say you known them for years and all of a sudden you forget what their name is and can't bare to tell them what it is.

Worst still, you call them by someone else's name.

Have this ever happened to you?

Yeah .... funnily enuff that just happened to me.

I called a mate (male) and his missus answered and I said "oh, hi Nicola ... is Paul there ...".

Ooooooooooppz!!

His ex was called Nicola, and his new wife (of like 5 years) is called Sara.

Wot is worse is that I do this every time I call and she answers ... and I can never remember her name after I call her Nicola.

But hey ... wots in a name !!!?

Do you know, I can never remember what they call whatsisname at work.

I remember names pretty well, but what's-her-name...you know.....erm....let me think.....her in the kitchen making a cuppa....you know who I mean, well she's lousy at names.

I've got a wotchacallit like that in my house, too.

Actually, I'll always remember when I used to frequent the Victoria pub on Gleadless Road - 'The 'Roundhouse' to give it its more popular name - one of the old regulars always used to call me 'Les', for some unknown reason.

This went on for years - I didn't have the heart to tell him.

In the end I quite got used to the name.

never been a problem with me, George.

I've got what's-her-name, three thingies (two at school and one at college), five how's-yer-fathers (three of which are kittens) and a couple of whatevers in a tank.

Coincidentally Sam M., a bloke in a pub always used to call me Les. "Les 'ave another." ..... "Les get a curry."..... "Les share a taxi."

My dad's friend calls every woman Pauline. He cannot remember their names so just got into the habit of calling every woman the same thing. It annoyed my mum cos she says she is positive he knows her name but does it just to wind her up. His marriage went down the toilet when he called his wife Pauline. After 20 years of being wed she was not very happy that he either forgot her name or couldn't be bothered to use it. She became another Pauline like all the others.

I meet loads of people every day at work but can only remember a few of there names. This get embarrasing when I bump into them in the street.

Its easy for them, theres only one of me but in total there are seventy nine thousand of them !!!!

They always start with a smile and a " hello, hows your family" etc then Im stood there thinking 'is this a customer or one of Mrs Dary's friends, or does this person think Im someone else'.

It happened in Morrison's in Rotherham a few years ago, this nice but heavily pregnant lady was chatting away to me at the cooked chicken counter telling me all about her pregnancie and the trouble they were having getting the right shade of paint for the back bed room , and Im stood there thinking who is this mad woman.

The week after Im working in her house just out the back of Morrisons, a house which Ive been to five or six times before, feeling very stupid. "You didnt have a clue who I was did you" she laughed.

" No but did you find that paint you were after?"

Don't seem to have that problem, but have thought "ooh, that's so and so" in the street. You're convinced it's that person and say hello only to discover it is someone completely different! :rolleyes: :D

Alex

I'm not bad with names - just have trouble putting them to right faces..I'm more likely to do something like - open the fridge..stop..and try to remember what it is I'm after!

I'm frequently called Sophie by my dad...not a problem you might think but that's the name of the dog...maybe he's trying to tell me something...?

I have done this.... When i moved to Bournemouth i started working in a Bowling Alley... never in a million years did i think i would come face to face with an old school friend wanting to go Bowling in Bournemouth...

She stood there and i sat there as i was the receptionist at the time lol we both looked at one another couldnt believe it... coming face to face after so many years... we started chatting but couldnt for the life of us think of each others name... So we then embarrassed ourselves in asking one anothers name lol

Just glad it wasnt one sided lol

My auntie used to recite through the names of all the male members of our family before remembering what I was called.

"Mark, Steven, Craig, Phillip, Chris, Andrew..." :D


Sometimes at work we'll be trying to think of someone's name, and nobody can remember, then it gets under your skin, and despite there being no reason for needing to know that person's name, all work is abandoned until it has been discovered. Sometimes this involved drastic measures like finding old records from our archives or phoning up members of staff who've worked there since 1700 in the hope they'll remember. Why do we do it? :confused:

Originally posted by Andy
My auntie used to recite through the names of all the male members of our family before remembering what I was called.

"Mark, Steven, Craig, Phillip, Chris, Andrew..." :D


Sometimes at work we'll be trying to think of someone's name, and nobody can remember, then it gets under your skin, and despite there being no reason for needing to know that person's name, all work is abandoned until it has been discovered. Sometimes this involved drastic measures like finding old records from our archives or phoning up members of staff who've worked there since 1700 in the hope they'll remember. Why do we do it? :confused:

I have to admit... I am the same... down tools/stop talking until i remember what i am trying to think of lol I even have to go through my ABC's I know its that sad! :lol:

Talking about forgetting, and this is the honest truth, when I get home after a particularly good holiday, I forget things like my PIN number and PC passwords.

The worst thing is the almost-forgetting-how-to-drive sydrome that I suffer from as a direct result of a fortnightsworth of too much exposure to strong sunlight and the cheap local brew.

When I get in the car for the first time, I usually take it for a gentle run round the block (very nervously, may I add), until I get used to the rules of the road and until my clutch foot has been fine-tuned again.