Yesterday I had to convince nurses that my name wasn't Flora Westmark of [absurdly named Glasgow suburb]. It wasn't until I pointed out that Flora's patient file stated she was born in 1949 whilst I clearly was not that they went in search of my file. Oh, you wacky NHS with your strange disorganisation - I think I'm growing to almost love you and your quirks.
Title courtesy of The Ting Tings, natch. I'm naff.