A woman goes into a Liverpool jobcentre and the clerk asks the names of the brood of children gathered around.
“Well, my eldest son is Pat. Then there’s my daughter, Pat. The next son is Pat. Then another son Pat. The youngest girl is called Pat, and the little lad he’s Pat.”
The clerk looked astonished and said “They’re all called Pat? Isn’t that a bit confusing?”
“No. If I want them to come for dinner, I just shout “your dinner’s ready Pat”. If they’re messing around I say “Stop that, Pat”. If it’s time for them to go to school I say “Come on Pat, get ready””
“But what if you just want to speak to one of them”
“Oh then I use their surname”