Ketih was one of the names I was called in Turkey. In fact, a birthday party for my kids in Hisaronu was enough way back in 2004 to get the newspapers out and I recently found the cutting where I think I was parent Keiti. Makes a change from Cif, Kif, Cheeft, Cheetah and Kit.
River City is fabulous Jacqui, mainly because it is so incredibly rubbish. It has allowed me to learn the local language though, a couple of examples being:
I don't want to see you any
may-erThat's me, I'm going
haymeIt's like normal Scottish dialect with a ridiculously overdone word thrown in at the end. Probably the worst programme ever commissioned after Doctors. Don't get me started on Doctors
