Mother’s Revenge?
Much has been made of Jamie’n’Jools Oliver’s choice of name for their new baby son (Buddy Bear) who joins Poppy Honey, Daisy Boo and Petal Blossom. It’s nice that all the little Oliver children have got chummy names that will help them get the kind of leg-up in life that having fantastically rich and famous parents couldn’t. Well, jolly good luck to ‘em all, I say.
With all the Fifi-Trixibelles, Apples, Harlows, Peaches and Romeos around, I can’t help feeling I was rather hasty in giving my own children what now seem positively pedestrian names; I can think of countless unique and attention-grabbing monikers that might have suited my children perfectly. In fact I’m convinced that parents should be able to bestow any number of additional names upon their children, reflecting their children’s unique qualities and personality traits as they emerge. And, as if that wasn’t enough, the children would HATE it which is almost enough recommendation in inself.
For example, once (in Ikea of all places) my toddling infant daughter retired to a little play-house for a quiet nappy-fill and, upon scooping her out once the faecal deed was done, I announced “Come along, Fragrance,” at which point a man asked “Is that really her name?”. I think I stared at him, dumbstruck, for a while before telling him that yes, it was. But it wasn’t. But it should have been.
During the course of the ‘competitive parenting’ I encountered during those Playgroup/Pre-School years I spent time in the company of at least 5 mothers who would have wasted no time adding the names Gifted and Talented to the birth certificates of their quite ordinary children; the same parents would no doubt have returned to the Registery Office to add Advanced and Very Bright once their darlings reached Middle School, maybe adding Oxbridge and Harvard to the mix, just for good measure.
I’m quite sure that if this ‘top-up’ system had been available to ambitious parents 25 years ago the newspapers would be discussing ‘Talented’ Ed Miliband’s victory over ‘Gifted’ David Miliband in the Labour Leadership contest; Tony Blair would himself have frogmarched his mum and dad off to add ‘Charismatic’ and the Prescotts may have felt their son was truly ‘Principled’ – until he accepted a peerage, of course. Imagine dear little Victoria Beckham jumping up and down on her stick-thin legs demanding that her mum register her as Fashion-Icon … imagine the tears if Mum decided to add Mimi instead! Would Cherie ever have convinced her parents to include Gorgeous, Pouting alongside Queen’s Counsel? We shall never know, although I do know that my own mum might have been driven by my teenage behaviour to register me as A Little Minx, whereas my doting grandmother merely thought I was A Born Nazimova.
Of course, no such top-up option exists and I can’t just pay extra money to add a few more well-chosen names to my children’s birth certificates. Ah well, never mind.
In case you’re interested, I’d love to add either Patience or Serena to my daughter’s names because she is conspicuously neither patient nor serene. I’d happily pay fee after fee at the Registery Office, adding Harpy, Ingrate, Impudence and Expenditure as the mood took me. I already think of my son as Rip (as in Van Winkle), Ravenous, Spendthrift and (from years ago) Fireman Sam. So by now my daughter could be Patience Ingrate Harpy Borstal Shouty-McClouty Fragrance real name Smudd and my son could be Rip Flatulence Ravenous Spendthrift Borstal Fireman Sam real name Smudd.
It’s a shame it’ll never catch on.
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September 29, 2010 at 12:08 -
A delight – as ever. Unfortunately I have been reading this in a library – not the best place to erupt into undignified snorts of laughter.
From now on, I shall be unable to avoid thinking of my own 17-year-old son as ‘Rip Flatulence… etc’ – although I think I need to add something to indicate an infinite capacity to argue.
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September 29, 2010 at 12:22 -
Hmmmm. “Lazy Cow” and “Pull Yourself Together” would be my additions to my two lovely daughters
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September 29, 2010 at 12:27 -
Marvellous stuff Gloria. From the father of “Scarecrow” and “Proper Little Madam”.
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September 29, 2010 at 13:21 -
Excellent post, from the father of Chequebook and I’m wearing it cos I like it so THERE.
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September 29, 2010 at 13:43 -
‘Doctor’, ‘Professor’ or ‘Lord’ are usually quite effective. But don’t forget that the reason children have middle names, is so they can tell when their mothers are cross.
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September 29, 2010 at 13:49 -
I recently encountered a friend of mine who has ‘gone up in the world’ since we attended the same prosaic Midlands secondary school. He informed me he has a couple of kids now, and dutifully I asked their names. “Merry and Lionheart” he stated, beaming with pride.
I actually froze for a second. The image that sprung to mind was of a Hobbit, and the bloke in the lion costume from ‘The Wizard of Oz’.
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September 29, 2010 at 13:54 -
Merry AND Lionheart??? Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhh!
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September 29, 2010 at 14:03 -
My Name’ Smudd?
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September 29, 2010 at 15:19 -
Primus anyone?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=953PkxFNiko&ob=av3n
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September 29, 2010 at 14:04 -
Two kids at Borstal, Gloria – they’ve done you proud!
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September 29, 2010 at 14:08 -
Well, it’s a step upon the glorious tradition of nicknames.
There is a potential downside to this. What might you have added to your parents’ names? And what might the little darlings be secretly adding to yours? In my case, probably “Tightwad”, to which I cheerfully plead guilty, citing prevailing economic circumstances.
It seems most ungallant, but G.G.Smudd (Gloria Grouch) does have a certain ring to it – or maybe that’s just horsing around.
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September 29, 2010 at 14:18 -
What might you have added to your parents’ names?
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You may not know this Engineer but I have a sister called Norma. Our maiden name was Stitz. Nothing I could have added to my parents names could have made up for that.
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September 29, 2010 at 14:17 -
I want Anastasia for a girl and either Casanova or Gabrielle for a boy.
Queenbingo has approved and excepted the girls name, but is being quite intransigent about the boys names.
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September 29, 2010 at 15:51 -
My husband is a cabbie and he picked up a woman a couple of weeks ago that has called her daughter ‘Circle’. He couldn’t wait to drop her off so he could ring and tell me.
Mother of ‘Oh For Goodness Sake’ and ‘Christ Almighty’
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September 29, 2010 at 17:42 -
Careful Gloria.
Don’t walk down Romford High Street on a Saturday afternoon & shout “Oy You”.
50 – 60 chavettes are likely to turn round and answer “Wot?”
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September 29, 2010 at 19:25 -
Mudd, Gloria Smudd.
There is nothing quite like you for cooling the blood.But you take the tale too far when you would have us believe that Gloria Stitz had a sister named Norma Stitz.
I was tittering for quite a while after reading that.
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September 29, 2010 at 20:20 -
You don’t believe that Frances (Fanny) Tastic married Nye Stitz? You don’t believe they named their twin daughters Gloria Stitz & Norma Stitz? Who in their right mind would make something like that up?
It’s all true, I tell you, all true!
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September 29, 2010 at 20:32 -
Lovely stuff Mrs Smudd. This has prompted some thought. Whilst we are saddled with the names our parents give us at birth, perhaps there should be designated dates upon which (a) the parents and (b) child can change their names.
Thus, say, as the child reached 15, the parents of Hugo Boniface could change his name to something more fitting; say, Sulky Lazy Bastard.
Equally, at 21 the child could have a go, and “Brooklyn Shop Doorway Knee Trembler” could change his name, after years of abuse, to something like Simon.
However, at some stage in mid 40′s everyone should have the right to change their name to something more suitable. In my case, Gildas, or my Red Indian (political correctness alert!) names, Laphroaig Two Bottles, or Running Sore.
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September 29, 2010 at 20:46 -
I’d have to be ‘What Pelvic Floor?’ or ‘Trampolines Are Right Out’.
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September 29, 2010 at 20:54 -
Euuuuuuuuurgh! Information overload!
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September 29, 2010 at 21:03 -
A chased woman? Then look after your knees, young lady! There’s nothing worse than finding one’s sprinting speed has dwindled to nothing more than a few loud reports emanating from the patella.
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September 29, 2010 at 20:57 -
Nye Stitz? The owner of the Nye Stitz brassiere company?
With that kind of support your families cups must run over.
Your mother had her hands full breast-feeding twins, I can imagineFanny got her knickers in a twist once in a while.
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September 29, 2010 at 21:14 -
Spot on, Titter. Nye Stitz co-founded the company with M. Bonpoint but unfortunately Ms Bonpoint’s position sagged as she reached middle age. She was last seen, her thighs pinned down by her garganuan bosom, on a rickety bench at a bus-stop, fishing cake-crumbs out of her deep cleavage with a wooden chip-fork.
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September 29, 2010 at 21:46 -
A sad tale. Gallantry has disappeared, I remember the day when men removed those crumbs willingly.
Oh how the mighty have fallen in this sagging economy, I guess there was no government support. Still things may yet perk up, fashionable women always need new bras.
Perhaps its time we nipped this in the bud.
I did think that Mimi was a stroke of genius for labeckham’s name
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September 30, 2010 at 08:14 -
Strange but true…
The agent for Triumph bras in Kualu Lumpur in 1977 was R.H. Titmann . Perhaps the German cadet branch ofGloria’s family?
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September 30, 2010 at 04:51 -
Your child, who will have to get on with life, will not appreciate your calling him ‘Mooncricket’ or whatever.
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September 30, 2010 at 09:28 -
Brilliant post, I will link.
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