Here's a trivial, relatively entertaining story that just happened and I really really liked and I thought I'd blog it (I can't blog long entries like I used to, because I'm writing the book during the day and I'd rather keep any proper material for that, you understand).
Note for anyone who doesn't know: I changed my name about five years ago from a Greek name to an Anglo-Saxon name. Let's pretend the Greek Name was Yannis Papadopoulos and let's pretend my current Anglo-Saxon Name is Firstname Surname. Firstname Surname is an obscene preppy name that no one in real life is called. I chose it for larfs.
Now that we're all up to speed, the story:
Ages ago my friend Nathan was telling how his boyfriend, Alejandro, had overreacted about something and apparently to this I replied: Oh, it must be the "o" at the end of his name that's causing him to behave like this.
Now I was just sitting at home this evening and I received the following email from Nathan:
"So I just told Friend X how a friend once said 'it must be that o at the end of his name' in relation to Alej's overreaction. He said: 'Firstname?' I said correct. And Friend X replied: 'I suppose with a name that WASP-y overreaction in his family results in the Martini glass being overfilled"
[I should point that I don't know Friend X and he doesn't know me. He must have just seen my name on facebook as a friend of Nathan's]. And Nathan continued to me:
"So I said to Friend X 'Please. He was born Yannis Papadopoulos'. In brief: you have them fooled, Firstname. Well done, well done indeed."
And that was my story. I've never been happier about changing my name. Well, apart from that time when I met Bret Easton Ellis and he asked me what my name was and I said Firstname and he wasn't getting it and then my friend that I was with commented: Your name is so ridiculous that the king of 80s preppy Americans himself couldn't believe it. That was a good day.
So in conclusion, change your names. All of you. It's such fun.