Of course I speak in jest Honey, you know this. I love everybody (well, almost everybody) and I certainly don't hate anyone, least of all 'ittle babies'!
I actually quite like the Beckhams. I really admired them when they gave their Ali G interview, fantastic. They have a very solid relationship and the ability to laugh at themselves, which is vital if you are constantly in the limelight I am sure.
Victoria is trying hard to have a successful solo career, and she might pull it off, who knows? They are all struggling a bit, and she has a better voice than Geri, although that's not an amazing compliment to pay.
Now Mr Beckham, I have to admit, is an AWESOME football player. And, as I said before, what is endearing about them is that they obviously really love one another.
Now then, back to that name. I still don't really care what they call their baby, but I hope it's a name the child can live with.
I picked a name which I thought sounded really dashing and romantic for my eldest son when I was only 21. (My Mills and Boon period, as I like to call it).
I was so pleased with it, because it went really well with our surname....and then...
...they bought out the first 'Omen' film, and the poor lad had to contend with people making cross signs and hissing at him everythime he had to give his name.
Then, just as it began to die down.....
..a TV comedy series in the 80's called 'Three of a Kind' introduced a character called Damien who was a 'complete plonker', and they even made a really popular Heinz soup advert with the character in it as well! Oh, what fun the other kids at school had with that one! Then, just as it began to die down again......................................
..Del boy and Raquel decided to name their son Damien, and Rodney does the old wide-eyed panic thing everytime the boy looks at him!
Unsurprisingly, my son has grown into a bitter and twisted man who hates me and never speaks to me!
Well, no he's fine with it, has adjusted appropriately, is a complete plonker and is happy to admit it!
He has learned to live with it and actually likes it. Why, only the other day, he tells me the children at his school asked him,
'Ere, Sir, is it true you are the son of Satan?', and as he walks past them in the corridor, they hum the der-der-der-der song, but he takes it in good part, and just gives them detention!
So, what's in a name? I don't think the Beckham's need to worry, because he or she will struggle through whatever.
Can't be any worse than the Geldof/Yates children, can it? CAN IT?
