Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I was killing time yesterday waiting for an electrician to show up, so I thought I’d see where I fit in the constellation of Kevin Brennans out there. I already knew that there are millions of us, but, considering my massive online presence these days I wondered if I had clawed my way toward the top of the page.
No such luck.
Actually, there aren’t millions of us, but in the U.S., at any rate, 192 other people share my name, according to HowManyOfMe.com. (Plug your name in and enjoy the hilarity yourself.) Thanks to Google, I’m aware of a number of Kevin Brennans in other countries too, including, obviously, Ireland.
On the Google Images page, my photo doesn’t appear till the eighteenth row, and it’s unfortunately right next to CIA Director John O. Brennan. At least the cover of Occasional Soulmates shows up on the eleventh row.
There’s an inexplicable picture of Barney Fife in there somewhere, as well as a link to this guy’s Twitter page. He sure makes me proud to be a Kevin Brennan. There’s also a picture of a monkey, Alex Trebek, a number of dogs, a couple of nuns, and a package of Quorn microwave mince. I don’t know what to make of it.
The most disturbing picture, though, was of a guy who looks a lot like my younger brother. When I clicked on it, I got the shock of my life: “It was with deep regret late on Thursday night… that we learnt of the very sad passing of Kevin Brennan.”
I hugged my wife as soon as she came home. I would have hugged the dog before that, but he was with my wife.
I refrained from hugging the electrician.
Anyway, when you Google yourself, go in expecting surprises.