Children's names - not a massive bone of contention it has to be said. Aside from calling your firstborn Adolf Judas or trying to work 'Glitter' in there somewhere, you can't really go wrong.
You would expect that this blog to be aimed at that cretinous element of society who see their kids' names as something of a status symbol, and insist on calling them exotic or frankly ridiculous names even though they live in Widnes. Try it - go to your local high street (if you can stand the smell) and shout 'Oi, Destiny'. I'd be surprised if less than a dozen toddlers turn round.
Anyway, my gripe name-wise is nobody's using old-fashioned names any more. What with all this R'n'B and Yoof Culture all the good names are being passed over. We're in serious danger of running out of Anitas and Denises if we're not careful. "That's hardly a bad thing" I here you splutter, but I think it is. When I was growing up, everybody knew a couple called Denise and Steve. It was like some kind of social law, and stood for all that was stable and true in my formative years. That's all gone out of the window now, as Justins and Anthonys take over.
Peters. Colins. Grahams (and to a lesser extent Graemes). They're all going. Lindas. Lauras. In grave danger. It's all bloody Jacobs and Thomas' now.
The biggest problem we're facing is the Government is always banging on about the environment these days. Apparently, being 'green' and watching your carbon footprint wins votes, so they're not arsed about the fact there are less than 16,000 Darrens left in the UK. I'm bringing this to your attention now before it's too late. When the Prime Minister is called Jake, don't come running to me...
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