At the Office one day, someone brought up that game of taking the name of your first pet and the first street you lived in, and putting them together as your porn star name. We each had pretty good ones and then we came to John’s – Tim Westmoreland.
Tim Westmoreland? Sounds more like you’re a Navy man than a starlet.
and so The Commodore rose from the sea like Neptune, to command his Empire of Publishing, Merchandise and Sundries.
We’ll start here with his Publishing Empire. Whilst helping his pater move house, a wondrous pile of his mater’s knitting patterns was exposed. Feral Beryl’s eyes flashed with excitement – Oooh, please let me have those and I’ll knit you a raft of in-jokes and silly nonsense.
The Commodore was most obliging.
Picking up a T-square at his garage sale, the Commodore reminisced that at school he was no good at woodwork. He said he made an 85 degree T-square, instead of the requisite 90 degrees. Feral responded, “Would that be an Italic T-square?”
What an entrepreneur!