So I have to work with people with odd names (to us!) in my job. Goodness knows how our names sound to them! I am forever in different countries and the names are often specialized.
Oddest to date appeared just a few days ago in an Arabic-speaking country where I am now becalmed. Two different chaps I have met in my work who both have the same Arabic name, pronounced as:
Not kidding. Arabic letters don’t line up one-to-one with ours, so you could write it different ways (as with the Libyan leader’s name, right?). I’m trying to write the above as Mawfaq or something, to try to disguise it (partially!) in print.
But the pronunciation is the foregoing. So each morning for me it’s now a cheery, “Good morning, Mo’fuck!” — O.T.
P.S., there is also, of course, this raunchy 1943 relic from Moscow you may have heard about — http://www.lettersofnote.com/2009/10/we-all-feel-like-that-now-and-then.html