Haha oooops sorry @Finki! Many apologies. This reminds me of a story from my childhood. Year 7 IT class. The teacher asked us to set up IT accounts on the computers which of course needed a password. He said once we had set these up he would come around and write our password down in case we forgot them - this was big deal and a big moment as I had never done anything like this before (this is roughly 1997). As a Manchester City fan, at the time, my favourite player was a Georgian legend called Georgio Kinkladze. So I tried to enter Kinkladze (giggity) as my password. However much to my frustration this was rejected for being too long. I tried a shortened nickname that I used to use for Kinkladze and bosh it worked.Sorted. When the IT teacher, Mr Trevors, came to take my password I wrote it down on a piece of paper for him, as everyone else had. However, instead of simply moving on to the next student, he looked at what I had written and asked me to step outside with him. He asked me why I had chosen the password I had, I simply explained that I tried to use Kinkladze as my password after my favourite Man City player, so that it is easy to remember, but it was too many characters so I have used his nickname. He looked down at the piece of paper and then looked slightly relieved, he smiled said that was fine and we walked back in. I was so puzzled as to what had just happened, I did not ask what the issue was, I was very shy (then), so I just cracked on. But as a chronic over thinker, even as a youngster, this was something that stuck in my mind for a really long time as being really strange behaviour from Mr Trevors. It was literally years later, for no real reason that the penny dropped that I had written Kinky down on the piece of paper. And then it all made sense.
I have plenty of stories like this. If anyone else suffers from chronic insomnia, do let me know.