Mac, that brings back a memory from years ago. It must have been the late 1940’s. My mother sent my brother to go for a message as we called food shopping, in those days. While he was out, a young woman called and asked my Mum if she would accompany her back to Jarrow Woolworths as my brother was held by the Store Manager as he was caught stealing. Just then my brother arrived home. She this is my son. Someone has used his name and address. She often used to say, she wished she has gone to Jarrow to see who was using my brother’s name, but at the time was cooking, so didn’t bother.