I’ve just got back from my friends house where there were a plethora of new born babies, 7 to be exact. 

A group of us mum’s meet up every Thursday to have a cuppa and let the kids play.  My M is the youngest of round one, i.e. all the toddlers now aged between 2 and 3.  But all the other mums have now produced a sibling so it is a fantastic but mad time.  (I will not be producing anymore as I already have E and two is enough.)

Surprisingly (not)not one of us has felt the need to name our child after a piece of fruit, a Disney character or the place in which they were conceived (though I have a feeling if that were the case most of them would be called Notts or Bed which lets face it would be a bit silly.)

I know, I know, none of us are likely to grace the pages of Hello or Heat magazine any time soon, but I still don’t get the celebrities giving their kids embarassing names thing. 

We did joke when M came along that we should name her Bannoffee Beaufoix, but never did we seriously consider it.  After all, who would wish a name upon their child that is bound to get them laughed at, harrassed, and lets face it, probably beaten up.

 Maybe celebrities forget that babies aren’t tiny and cute for very long. 

It must be so hard to live down a name like Daffodil when you’re a grown up…I mean,  what if you want to become a newsreader or something….

“And now over to Daffodil Von Rosehip Syrup III our on the spot broadcaster in Iraq…”

It just doesn’t work does it?

 And I know what everyone says about celebrities not having to live in the real world and send their kids to school with us common folks, but fame is a fickle thing.

Look at Geoffrey from Rainbow.

‘a giant of his era, earning lots of money at the height of his career, who’s subsequently fallen from fame and had to re-adjust his lifestyle’   (Camilla Beeson, Virginmoney.com).

I bet Geoffrey thought he’d always be on kids TV, like Brian Cant or The Chuckle Brothers (will they ever go away?)

And,  I bet he wishes he’d picked more normal names for Zippy and Bungle now.

And I wouldn’t like to bet on whether George is a suitable name for a very camp, very pink hippopotamus.

I wonder what his wife looks like…..

Don’t you think Bungle looked a bit like the beardy one from Rod, Jane and Freddy?

Hmm, maybe I’m thinking about this all a bit too much.

Ooo, one more thing.  I’m not saying I think unusual names are bad.  It’s good to be different.  I’m just thinking more about people who seem to name their kids in a way that will draw more media attention to themselves – where what they name their offspring is just another branch of their Celebrity-Me-Tree.
Hope that makes sense.