Talking about self in third person? BorisGr is confused.
Bendover isn't quite getting it either.
It is only slightly less confusing in explanation. I met Becky number 2 outside a nightclub in Edinburgh in 2002. Some girl had made me cry and she didn't like this girl either, and came out to check I was okay. Turns out we have the same first name, we were born less than 24 hours apart, in adjacent hospitals (Bradford and Halifax). So we've been great friends ever since. She spent some time at MIT and is having a mid thesis writing break, so popped down for a few hours. We greatly confused the waiter and the kitchen in Claire's by both being called Becky to the extent that they didn't make my breakfast. That's service for you!