Looking for Cliff Lane

[Update: Sorted. It's Cliff Laine with an i, which is why I couldn't find him. Sigh... Thanks TD.]

I have a terrible, atrocious memory for names. I’ve also been involved in various things where I meet a lot of people, who tell me their names, which I then promptly forget. This also leads to me looking at names I scribbled down or numbers entered in my mobile or change of address emails and thinking “who the hell is this person?” And it’s faintly embarrassing, especially if the person knows who I am. It’s not that I think I’m superior or anything. I just have fucking awful memory for names.

With that in mind, I was thinking it was about time I finally contacted those lovely people who donated hard solid cash for my Going Deaf for a Fortnight project last year to send them a complimentary photographic print. (The fabled zine is still not done and, frankly, probably never will be.) Down at the bottom of the list is the name Cliff Lane.

I stare at the name.

I search through my emails.

I check my PayPal receipts.

I search through the comments on the blog.

I google him.

I stare at the name.

Who the hell is Cliff Lane?

If you’re Cliff Lane, please get in touch. If you know a Cliff Lane who might be the Cliff Lane I’m looking for, please let him know. There’s the promise of a print with his name on it.

This is all so embarrassing…

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In related news, it’s nine days till Russ L starts GDFAF 2006.