There is apparently a celebrity out there called Robert Rodriguez who has a child called Rocket Valentino.
The naming of things is an important and weighty matter. I name everything around my place, as I explained in this post. My car has a name, my computers all have names – this tiny laptop of mine is called Tyrion Lannister, because it is small and powerful.
Michal Hutchence and Paula Yates have a child called Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily. Should that be “had” since she is, now, an orphan.
I’ve heard two rules of thumb about naming children. One, will it get them teased in primary school? And two, will they be able to stand up in front of a board room and have their name not cause tittering. Some of the above fail this, but it’s not just celebrities. I went to high school with a woman who was known by her nick-name Coco. She grew up to become a lawyer, and went back to her real name! Then there’s the former CEO of a company I used to work for, who delighted in the name Elmer Funke Kupper!
Names of late have gotten bizarre, odd spellings of normal names, weird hyphenated names. The worst example I’ve heard recently? Elvis-Tiger.
I answered a call from a woman called Ishy the other day. Fails some tests there!
So when it came to naming our child, my criteria were simple: Interesting but not weirdly exotic, easy to spell and remember, and not rare but not too common either. Pip, as I’ve mentioned, is just his nickname, but lets just say he has one respectable, unhyphenated, first name and one surname – his mothers. I’ve got literally dozens of relatives, my family name is showing no signs of dying out, whereas D’s surname is shared by maybe six people.
I did at one stage want to give him a number as a middle name, but funnily enough D wouldn’t have a bar of that idea. Despite the excellent example of Jennifer 8 Lee.