The other day Grumpy and I were watching a show on the making and impact of The Adventures of Barry McKenzie.
There were several segments featuring the reminiscences of Barry Crocker, who played the title role. Towards the end of the show Barry commented on what a long-lasting effect the movie had had on his life, that even today people associate him with Barry McKenzie to the point that when he's walking down the street people will say, "G'day, Barry!" or, "Hey, Bazza!"
I was ready to accept this with all the typical, unquestioning enthusiasm of a slack-jawed, dull-eyed, TV-watching moron when Grumpy broke my reverie with the following observation:
"Well, they would say 'G'day, Barry!', wouldn't they? After all it is your name."
Then he called him another, very special name. But even though it was special, it wasn't very pleasant.
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