How Bizarre!

I wanted a character name to be juxtaposition, something bold and almost biblical to represent someone with such a mundane life.  Troy! That's an impressive solid reassuring name.  Now imagine if Troy was unemployed.  Or he worked in a shoe shop.  Not that there's anything wrong with either of those things but being called 'Troy' you'd expect him to be an astronaut or have a degree in body building.  In the end, I decided that his monopoly peice of choice would be the car.  One of the devices in the book is that each of the kids who played monopoly together back in the 80's has had their lives mapped out by the peice they chose.  Troy, being the car went on to drive formula 1, and then, because he missed the high speeds and danger, became a taxi driver.  So - Troy, the taxi driver.  Perfect... however, once this entire backstory had fallen into place I was wandering around Sunderland (come on, we've all done it) and a yellow taxi drives past... and on the top... 'Troy's taxis'. 

What are the chances? Nobody is called Troy these days.  Nobody I tells ya.

Bizarre.