Struggling with the Naming Convention for the Toblet(te). The plan is to go for a crossover culture fusion type deal, which puts Jonathan Charles Edward Cholmondely on the back burner. As for Jordan Myleen Beyoncé - well, they never even made it to the cooker.
What about politicians: Bliar? Cameroon? Ming? Or sportspeople: Monty? Denise? Fatima? Perhaps we should go for political geography, like India, China or Tjadzikhistan. Or location of conception, somewhat like the Beckhams with a twist: not so much Brooklyn, more Uterus.
A friend, Regina, is plagued by people misremembering her name, saying to her, "Don't tell me, it starts with a V," and she interrupts them quickly.
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