Yes, from a very nice sounding Indian gentleman called 'Kevin.'
It transpired that he wanted to know if I fancied declaring myself bankrupt or entering into an IVA to make my (very manageable, thank you) debt disappear.

I say transpired, it took a while as Sweary Junior had answered the phone and spent 20 minutes talking rubbish at him and not letting the poor bastard get a word in edgeways. 20 minutes of the finer art of guitar manufacture and the pleasures of Galaxy chocolate.

He hung up. Then rang back, and was subjected to this again.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 10 May 2010, 16:04, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

My favourite ever
was when I answered the phone to a crackly call from a Bangalore call centre, from a man who, in the best 1970s 'very jollygoodsah' 'comedy' Indian accent opened with 'Hello, my name is Steve Davis'.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 10 May 2010, 16:07, Reply)

That's class.
Honestly though, if you're name is Ramesh, just say "My name is Ramesh". And don't try to engage me in the latest plot points of Coronation Street, a) I haven't watched it since I left home and could therefore escape my mum's obsession with it, and b) it's shit.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 10 May 2010, 16:12, Reply)