As Waynetta Slob remarked about her infant daughter's new name: Frogmella. ('Ashtray' was, of course, ruled out "because it's a boy's name!"). And just to prove that there is, in Bertie Wooster's words, no shortage of "rum work pulled at the font", there's news today that a 9-year-old girl in New Zealand has been made a ward of court so that she can legally change the name with which she was originally saddled: "Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii"). Would I kid you?
While some children escaped being legally landed with the names "Fat Boy" or "Fish" and "Chips" (twins), others were not so lucky; among them, "Number 16 Bus Shelter", "Violence" and less fortunate twins "Benson" and "Hedges". Who said romance was dead?
It all reminds me of that great rule-of-thumb for anyone faced with a huge pile of applications for a single job: "pick up the whole pile and throw it at your waste-paper basket. Any that land in the bin, reject immediately - after all, who wants to hire unlucky people?"


