Wednesday, 27 February 2008


I have received some correspondence (yes, despite losing all of my hits I still have a regular reader) on the subject of my name. They write that they are happy to refer to me as "T". This is in return for my official permission, certified by strict guidelines handed to all local authorities by the regulatory company OFTD.

In today's Times you can see the desecration wreaked upon my given name, the appalling degredation of a once pleasant appellation. Imagine it given its own adjective, circa 1989: "oh my god, that's so T"; "you didn't, that is SO T"; "ho ho you are such a T". In case anyone is interested, all I will say is that appears in a picture on one of the news pages and it really is not funny, at all, really. It meant that a typical encounter circa 1990 went like this:

TD: Hello, my name's T.
Beautiful girl: fnarr fnarr, snurk snurk, yuk yuk! [walks off and points at TD at which loads of other tossers laugh].


Crushed by Ingsoc said...

Unfortunately, my own name rhumes with a slang term for a woman who puts it about a lot, hence one of my nicknames is X the X.

Still, it could be worse.
Imagine the misery of children called Tucker or Dwayne.

Bretwalda Edwin-Higham said...

Wish you'd blog more, TD.