Saturday, 17 June 2006

All Greek to me

Last night, over a delicious dinner at Da Paolo (mmm... squid ink pasta), the topic came to what the most traumatic name you could give your kid would be. I put forward a whole host of names from tragedies: Clytemnestra, Ulysses (oh yeah - missed Bloomsday a couple of days back - down with allergies), but my personal favourite was Oedipus. Now that would really screw your kid up.

As the old joke about the Jewish mother goes - Oedipus, schmoedipus, what does it matter so long as he loves his mother?



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