What is in a Name?

I know someone who has the most pretentious name you can possibly imagine and I have to wonder how he got it. What were his parents thinking? Naming him after one of the most well known bodies in the romance fiction world has to be some kind of joke. Surely? What did this poor guy go through as a kid? I knew kids, when I was at school, who were teased mercilessly by others because they had weird names, and not even as weird as Fifi-Trixabelle, Peaches, or Apple! Names that were unusual like the girl who was named Georgette, was teased for having a boys name! So what would kids say to someone who was named Fabio? Mind you, do kids know who Fabio is? Possibly not. This Fabio is nothing like "the" Fabio either, he is short, skinny with dark hair and glasses. But I wonder what having the name Fabio has done for him. If he even thinks about it that way, which he probably doesn't. But he is young enough that he could have been named for "the" Fabio. The rest of his name is what makes it pretentious, not the Fabio bit, but I won't list it all here. He goes by his full name too, he will introduce himself to people by his full name. Most people I know, don't even know I *have* a second name, let alone any more than that! But good old Fabio will reel off his names at the drop of a hat. Perhaps to make himself more memorable. Which is another thing I don't understand. Why do people crave to be remembered? I met someone on Thursday evening who was quite upset that I didn't remember her name, even though I had met her at a conference where there had been about 200 other people, and we weren't officially introduced! She had got my name off my badge, and I expect she thought that I would have got her name of her badge. But if I did notice her name, she was not memorable enough for me to remember her.

Is that bad? Am I so wrapped up in my own self importance that other people are meaningless to me? Perhaps Fabio is right, by introducing himself by his full name he makes people remember him, and that is the way to go. Hmm, there's a thought for a Saturday morning. Time for the Archers.

Hilary Duff

So I just saw Hilary Duff on the Oprah show, I had never read anything about her before and I don't know what I was really expecting, but I was amazed at how normal she was! The fact that her mother still grounds her amazes me! But I guess that is the difference between Mrs Duff and Mrs Spears. I wondered if she would actually make friends with the girl she met, they are close in age, and Hilary Duff really seemed to like the other girl. Unlike Gwen Stefani, who I thought was kind of arrogant in the way that she dealt with that fan meeting her. Sure the woman got a weekend in LA on GS, but she only met her for about 20 minutes in total! Then again I guess she did at least get a nice dress and a new hair cut out of it.

It always makes me laugh the way that Oprah gets star struck, and so do her guests! Enrique Inglasias was nervous because he was sitting next to her! LOL. Oh well, I guess we are all normal underneath it all.

Almost Spring!

It feels like Spring, it has been quite warm the last few days, and the snow is beginning to melt. I will miss the snow, I kind of like the quiet and whiteness of it. But once it has all gone, and the streets are cleaned up, and the sun is shining, I know that I will not be thinking about the snow.

Belinda and Samantha are both well, Samantha came out for nuts yesterday and stole the cranberries that we had left out for Belinda but she didn't eat. We got rabbit pellets for her instead, she likes those a lot.

Not much else is happening, so today I baked a cake. I haven't made a cake in years, so I have no idea what it will turn out like, I followed a recipe from Delia Smith, so it should be ok, we will see.

Be good and be happy.

Now I feel REALLY old!

Some skinny little child on the bus stood up to let me have her seat! How old did *that* make me feel? And then to add insult to injury she proceeded to talk to her friend about some old movie from back in the days of black and white that she had seen at the film club at Uni. It was Cabaret! Cabaret? Black and white? I don't think so!!!! So I turned around to tell her that it wasn't in B&W and she asked me if I had seen it when it originally came out, and was all wide eyed! Like "Oh my god you must be REALLY OLD!!!!!!" Bloody hell! And I was feeling quite good too as it was a nice day and the sky was blue and I was feeling healthy and alive! And now I feel old and wrinkly and as if I should be drawing my pension! Damn :-(