Since I’ve been in Reading all day, this will have to be a short one – indeed I’m at Silverstone tomorrow so it’s likely that Weekend Post won’t make an appearance until Sunday. Gah, I usually forsee these kinds of weekends and prepare ahead, but, it’s been one of those kind of weeks.
You may guess this from the photo I’m about to share with you all, as in the background is a rather fetching glimpse at beginnings of a truly stupendous mind map that has since gone in the recycling bin. Ah well.
The importance of this picture? I would never think to pair the names Buster and Clarissa up together. I guess one gets so wrapped up in this idea of matching styles of names up that you get so far up the path you become a little muddled by it all. Personally, I find this mug of blackcurrant squash rather refreshing in two respects:
1.) I have a serious addiction to anything remotely like Ribena (my most recent carton of Ribena taught me that all the varieties of blackcurrant they use are apparently named after Scottish mountains) as it makes for a remarkably refreshing drink. Fun fact: I banned myself from having any until I passed my driving test.
2.) Perhaps more on topic, it’s a healthy reminder that not everyone puts as much effort into ‘matching’ names as we seem to do in the name obsessed community.