Government health warning: This person is not a real Sam Kington. You can tell because he supports Liverpool, likes rap, drives flash cars, and the main thing on his personal page is a tribute to a mostly-rubbish bike racer.
It's weird to find a namesake after all these years of having a unique name. (I suspect I'm the only Kington in France, for instance. I was once bored and did a phone book search for about a quarter of the départements before giving up.) If I had any meaningful contact with my father's side of the family (he didn't, so why should I?) I'd be intrigued about whether we were related; as I don't, I'm happy to gleefully dismiss someone probably related to me as someone I nonetheless still don't want to have anything to do with. (See also Have a Dysfunctional Families Day.)
BTW, work: I forget why I was egosurfing, but it wasn't because I was planning on leaving and wanted to make sure there wasn't anything damaging about me online.
