Ben.
Benedict, in fact. After Much Ado About Nothing. Problem was that as a kid every class had at least two or three Bens in it, so I got my full name untill I was about twelve.
I was named by the guy who ran the corner shop, in a way. My dad wanted to call me Benjamin and my mum Benedict. My dad went to the corner shop and mr Patel asked after his new-born. He advised him to go with Benedict, though possibly just for the sake of domestic harmony and he took his advice.
I respond to Ben or Benedict (though it still makes me feel like a schoolboy being repremanded). There is one girl who gets away with calling me Benny. Dont much like it but she's a forceful woman and been calling me it for years, so not much hope of changing that one.
I live in hope now there is a Pope Benedict people might finally know how to spell it, but so far in vain. Ben is the no1 name for dogs in the uk which isnt necessarily a good thing. French people think its amusing I have a girls name, another thing I hope the new Pope might knock back. Having the word dick in your name is not a good thing in an inner London comprehensive.
All in all though I like it.
Middle name for my grandfather, and the last being my own concern.