"I don't care what they say about me, long as they spell my name right."

Beg to differ.

(a) I care truly, madly, deeply what they say about me (and let's face it AnnaS, don't we all, underneath); and

(b) I hate it when they spell my name right - that's because on the rare occasion it is spelt correctly I don't get to add to my lovingly compiled collection (currently up to 42 and still growing) of mutations of my admittedly unusual, not to say ridiculous, surname. This week's favourite: 'Godslam'. I only accept, BTW, variants which are, to the best of my knowledge and belief, genuine fractured attempts at salutation, received in print. As I post this, they beam at me from the noticeboard behind this screen, reminding me of who I appear to be.