This Kid Jacked my Name!

So I was busy googling myself at work the other day - because I'm allowed to, particularly when the phone isn't ringing. And what do I find? I find some punk ass kid in the Cook Islands with my name. That's right. He stole my name. The bugger. I've been going along assuming that I'm the only Callan Stout on this planet, but lo and behold there's another one sullying the water, turning up google hits which have nothing to do with me. Further more... well I supposed I can't actually rip on his personality, he's only a wee pint of about 11 years or so. But by golly it's my name and I won't have it paddling around the Cook Islands. If I could, I'd send him AND his parents a cease and desist order. Make the little brat find another name. It's mine and I don't want to share.

He's the one on the left. Bastard. At least he's on a junior outrigger canoe team that seems to win a lot of competitions. But still. GR!!!