'The Doily Telegrout' has an interesting piece today, which is ideal for whiling away all these hours of torrential rain, which are contributing to 'Globule Warming', and BBC scare-story-pedlars' huge salaries.
It's their version of 'How many other people have a name like yours, and look at all those gormless kids' silly fooballer's names....
Having been moderately successful with 'Elias', after my old and learned 'Purveyor of brass couplings, screwdrivers and concrete kerbs', I then went to 'Scrobs', and sadly, the two readers here who have children with sensible names, have not named their child after me, which is probably understandable. Meccano isn't ever mentioned, which is just as well, but a shortened version of his ever-loving squeeze, 'Toniatteline' is, and as he is often breathless and perspiring in her presence (but not actively in the shop while Elias is watching them behind the sacks of plaster), she often gets shortened to 'Tonia'. One of the customers call her 'Ton' once, and Elias had to bring some sort of order to the gentleman by wielding a Number Three Coal shovel with alarming dexterity in the general direction of the person's understandably shrinking accoutrements!
'Lilith' is clearly a name for the discerning intellectual, and only owned by an elite class, but surprisingly 'Elecs' doesn't get a look-in, although everyone knows who he is! Lakes will be relieved to see that the first part of his name gets a mention, so that's fine! It seems also, that 'Reevers' has yet to reach the starting post too...
About fifty years ago, when space exploration had just started in earnest, I distinctly remember a family naming their baby daughter, 'Module'. It was faithfully reported by the - then - doddery old BBC Newsman, and that the parents 'both liked the name and wanted the important event to be enshrined in their daughter's name for ever'!
Again, when it's dark, or raining, or I have a blank Saga moment, I sometimes wonder if the lady, who would be about fifty now, ever felt like wringing her parents' necks, or whether she was called 'Moddy' by her chums, or whether she actually liked it...
I suspect that rather more puppies are given my first name each year than human babies....
ReplyDeleteSame here Lakes!. There are no Calfys either.
ReplyDeleteFascinatingly, 9 children were called Lettice in 2007 and 2008 but the name doesn't feature elsewhere in the time period.
ReplyDeleteAnd lots of people call their child Neo. Mohammed is less popular than Oliver.
There are children called Florence, Siena, India, Brooklyn, Paris....
ReplyDeleteSulks off.
HG If you think those are wrong, give a thought to my poor aunt Hellebore.
ReplyDeleteLils, you know Mrs S has a name which gets her into a state each time someone asks her where it comes from!
ReplyDeleteMy dear mum's name isn't even mentioned, but that's probably because it is an English version of a Welsh name, and spelt without severall double Ds...
So why isn't Calfy mentioned then!
Lakes, we both think your real name is great - especially as we're all on Linkedin, and can talk normally on special occasions!
ReplyDeleteHats, one day we'll understand why foobler's kids names get monickered thus!
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased you're Hats, as I once had a lovely friend called Pat, and I always changed the first letter each time I wrote to her... (She called me Rat...)
(You're not nearly 5'10", with a winning smile, huge sense of fun and games and used to have boyfriend with an E-type Jag, and had a friend, who needed to borrow a small black bra for a dance one eveningback in 1966 are you...)?
None of us may have started yet, unsurprisingly as exclusivity is highly prized and to be guarded carefully. You should feel suitably humbled and honoured that so many utterly charming and exclusive folk drop by here regularly. I had a near miss though with that splendiferous, but long deceased, country singer bloke Jim Thingy...
ReplyDeleteMust admit I have never come across anybody called Webley or Scroblene either, although I did work briefly with somebody named Bullock as I passed through the years.
Reevers,
ReplyDeleteThat is some diatribe...
Did ou know Mannerings then...?
Actually Hats, Pat was such a gorgeous lady, I'm going to have to undergo a sleepless night now...
ReplyDeleteYou are such a BAD GIRL...!
1. Sorry I spoke.
ReplyDelete2. No
Morning Reevers, I had a thought the other evening, seriously - you're not BP are you...?
ReplyDeleteMannerings is a very old chum of mine, but from another age and another era...;0)
Evening Scrobs, nope I am definitely not BP in either initials [not even close] or choice of fuel stations. Caltex is usually my poison! Plus, having spent the larger part of my life beyond the gates of Dover, I suspect we have never met (not even on the Cannes promenade which we both seem to haunt from time to time!).
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for that eevers -I'd hate to grumble on to my good chums, without realising exactly who I'm talking to...
ReplyDeleteDover's in the spotight of late, as there are several ideas for the ferry port!
But as you're so far away, that's not particularly interesting to you is it!
(ED is off to HK tomorrow - lucky lady...)
Reevers, please excuse all the miss-spelling in the post above...
ReplyDeleteThere's a key-stroke combination which I often hit without realising, and when you type a letter, the one in front disappears!
You'd have though Microsoft would have sorted that out by now, wouldn't you!
Scrobs, You would have "though" indeed!!
ReplyDeleteI also have this problem when typing the word 'should' - it almost invariably comes out as 'shouod' - but that is just my fat fingers (plus I do not have auto spell check on).
Have a good week, and tell ED to keep away from slimy noodles when eating in them there restaurants. Ying tong iddle...