So today I officially moved down south to Reading, and during the 3 hour mostly-motorway journey I found myself tuning into Radio 1. Now, normally I’m a 5Live or Radio 2 girl, but since my car refuses to acknowledge the existence of 5Live and Simon Mayo wasn’t on Radio 2, in a moment of need I turned to Radio 1.
During the drive, a girl came on air to try and win tickets for some music awards show, and try as I might I couldn’t quite catch her name. I’m pretty sure it ended -ina, and I kept hearing her name as Thomasina.
Too much to hope for?
Elsewhere, this week I met two people who answer to Morgan. One was the 8ish-year old sister to newborn Evie, whilst the other was a strapping great big lad.
It’s almost the very definition of a unisex name if you can imagine two people of such extremes as those outlined above wearing the name well.
The picture this week comes from a train station platform I was stood on recently. I suspect it may be St. Pancras, but if you’re on the lookout for an obscure-ish male saints name and don’t fancy Pancras, what about Alban? The place called St. Albans is relatively well known, but people named Alban are few and far between.
Oh, and yes I was silently thrilled to discover that there’s a place called Flitwick.