What's in a name?

Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against being called IWD - my parent's could have chosen a lot worse (there actually are blokes called Mike Hunt and Wayne King). Every now and again, however, one hears a really good name. At the moment I quite like Monty Panesar and Marcus Trescothick; previous favourites have been Lawrence Eagleburger and Admiral Poindexter. Yes, the Yanks certainly know how to create a name - not that I'd ever call a daughter Condoleezza. With all this novelty around, why do muslims feel it necessary to call almost everyone Ahmed, or Ahmad, or Mohammad, or Mohammed, or Ahmed Mohammad, or Mohammad Ahmad, or Mohammed Ahmed Mohammad Ahmad. Talk about small-minded. But then we know that anyway, don't we? And however does the postman deliver letters when everyone on Behead the Infidels Road has almost the same name? Actually, I'm not being quite fair here. There are plenty of arabs with beautiful names - the Prime Minister of the United Arab Emirates and the rulers of Qatar and Abu Dhabi must be delighted with Mohammad ben Rashid al-Maktoum, Hamad bin Khalifa al-Thani, and Zayed bin Sultan Al-Nahyan, respectively. Bet they get through a whole load of Biros though.