Spot of the Week: Rugrats

My younger sister has recently taken up watching Rugrats like there’s no tomorrow, and this has caused me to rethink the name Angelica after a rude-reminder of just how mean the character is.

Sad days.

That said, are you aware of the names of Tommy’s maternal grandparents? They’re Boris and Minka, and I’m developing a serious love of the name Minka in all her Eastern-European charm. The same charm new-favourite Mila has.

The name of Tommy’s paternal grandparents are even more wonderful: Beatrix and Louis, known as Trixie and Lou and the latter is the Grandpa character seen in most episodes. He remarried a lady named Louise ‘Lulu’ at the beginning of the Rugrats in Paris film. Then there is Susie’s mother, Luciell ‘Lucy’.

Clearly, there’s a lot of love for the name Lou in the Rugrats, and that rocks.

I can’t avoid the O word for long, and someone I want to talk about is a Judo gold medallist. Remember how I mentioned the name Pasha a week or two ago? The man who picked up the medal was called Lasha Shavdatuashvili and he hails from Georgia. That’s the country, not the state. Lasha is the name of a place east of the Dead Sea in the Bible.

To end, a new virtue name?

Pride the Lion

Or just a tad bit too much?

Sibset of the Week: The Torodes

John Torode, from orange.co.uk

I’m not a frequent watcher of cookery shows, it’s mostly my mother who watches these types of shows, never missing an episode of Hairy Biker’s Best of British. Personally, the closest I really get is Come Dine With Me, with the legendary commentary of Dave Lamb, who does dry humour like no other. However,  something else that recently caught my attention was Masterchef. Perhaps more intense than the quaint Great British Bake Off, but it’s certainly inspired some of the meals I’ve recently cooked.

One of the presenters of the show is John Torode, who has four children. The youngest two are with his wife Jessica, from whom he has recently split. The elder two are from a previous relationship.

Marcel

Casper

Jonah

Lulu/Loulou

Now, I have no real guidance regarding which sibset gets a post each week, or even at all. Usually they’re ones which catch my eye the day or week before the post arrives. This one really caught my eye because in my intial research, I found the eldest child’s name oft reported as Marselle – I’m in France at the moment so it seemed apt, given the city of Marseille. However, interviews for the man himself reference a son named Marcel. I’ve also read a piece by him where he spells his youngest child’s name as Loulou.

Name Spot of the Week: Myth and Roxx

Pikachu, from officialfusionwar.com

I’ve just taken a look over my Twitter feed, and suffice to say, I watch far more TV than I thought. For example, on Wednesday night, a football/soccer game between Crystal Palace and Man Utd went out on the TV. It was a Carling Cup quarter final, and went into extra time. Exciting stuff, but I didn’t actually start watching until I heard the news on Twitter that a man named Pikachu was playing for them. Pikachu, as in, the famed Pokemon character. Turns out the player was actually called Dikgacoi – and his middle name was Evidence – but the commentator was pronouncing his name the same as Pikachu. Speaking of virtue names in football, Urby Emanuelson is a Dutch player, with a partner named Vanity. If you’re in need of a virtue name fix, I kindly direct you to Names From The Dustbin, which has covered all sorts of barely-used names. If you’re interested in names to do with the wonder that is life, there’s a great post at the newly-named The Name Station to sort through.

Still here? Other word names spotted this week was a duo called, and I’m not kidding, Myth and Roxx on Pointless, but they are easily the best duo I’ve yet to see on Pointless even if they failed to win:

Proof.

Their ‘real’ names are Rob and Phil. Or is that Robert and Philip? Either way, fair play to them.

My big finds on the TV this week was a Ruskin, which appears in the end credits for Come Dine With Me and a hotelier in Four In A Bed called Mardi. Finally, on Deal or No Deal, there was a lovely lady who changed her name to Daphne, and an Ursula on Masterchef. The thing to note, however, is that here in the Midlands, Mardi is synoymous with our word mardy, which takes on a whole new meaning other than French for Tuesday. It’s not widely used outside the Midlands – even though I use it all the time when talking about both my sisters – but it is slightly difficult to explain, this is how it looks used in context:

• One can be a mardy cow
• One can be in a mardy
• And no one would want you to have a mardy on them

The word stroppy is similar, but having a mardy has more of a whine to it that having a strop, which is more sulky. Mardies tend to not cause a scene like tantrums do.

Like most children, I grew up with Disney films and that’s probably one of the reasons no one is using Ursula as much as she could be. A point raised on Nameberry via Twitter this week was nicknames for Ursula. My suggestions were:

Ola, Sue, Lou, Lua, Lulu, Sully, Roo, Suri and Sally.

I daresay you’d be able to come up with more, though, since Twitter limited me with it’s word count.

Now, time to change the theme dramatically. Today officially marks 30 days to my birthday, and I seriously considered incorporating a countdown into my daily posts for it (yes, still young enough to get excited about it!), but in the end I decided against it as it may cause confusion with Christmas. At which point Elea jumped in and kick started her own Christmas countdown on her blog.

Speaking of Christmas, we’ve being doing a lot of carveries at work of late. No one wants three course meals anymore, they all want carveries which is great because I don’t have to carry really hot plates of food to them, they come to us for the food. Not that this helped since this week I burnt the back of my wrist at work every so slightly on a lamp, to the extent that it simply looks like an inch-length cut rather than a burn. But what this hugely traumatic experience for me has me thinking about Brûlé. BROO-lay. It may be a little too French with all the accents kicking off, much like Jérôme, and in fairness it is the French word for burnt. Speaking of French words, another list of them turned up on the newly established Name Soirée blog. French slang of the day is le boum, which means party, much like le soirée does.

New blogs are great, but what’s even better is when abandonned ones gets a rebirth. You may have noticed that I now have a blogroll dedicated to listing ‘dead’ name blogs, of which Chelsea from The Name Agender was on until he reappeared this week (huzzah!), and has already kickstarted two new discussions into names and their genders which I will at some point get a chance to comment on:

Red and Ginger: What makes one colour masculine and the other feminine?

Did Dakota Fanning kill Dakota for boys?

Another discussion point that was lightly touched upon by Anna recently, was the subject of teen baby-naming. I don’t think I got around to commenting (apologies Anna!), but I do have a nugget to say on the matter. Whilst I have no intention of growing aliens in my tummy just yet, I am a teen.

Does it upset me that my peers are naming their offspring things like Miilah and giving us all a bad name?

No. The riots did that just fine. I don’t find myself particularly snobby when it comes to so-called ‘teen baby names’, because I do still have a tendency towards cutesy – I think Sunny Papillon is one of the happiest names going, and yes, I do call dibs on it – I also realised this week that I have a soft spot for Firefly thanks to Nook mentioning it – but I’m willing to bet that not all babies named Miilah have parents younger than 20, and I don’t believe we all suddenly become super-fantastic baby namers the minute we turn 20. I know teen mothers, and I’ve seen the effort some of them have put into choosing the right name for their bundle of joy. Amira is a beautiful name, and it’s great to see people still using Kasey for their sons. At the end of the day, you can always change your name. One Gideon Osborne changed his name as a teen to become the George Osborne we know today.

Today’s final, slightly more lighthearted, note is this (yes, one more! I’m on a roll today). Like all people, there are names I really struggle to like. There is the danger of name bloggers heavily showcasing those names they love in favour of the ones they don’t. I shall take the first brave step: I don’t like Tobias. Liking Toby is a push for me – but the whole family is saved for me by Tobermory. Kristen has recently been talking about the names of the delightful stuffed toys she has recently bought – Raymond and George, which is what got me on to Tobermory. I owned a bear called Tobermory as a child, named after the character from The Wombles. Tobermory also fits in with the place name trend, as it’s the capital of the Isle of Mull in the Scottish Inner Hebrides – which you all already knew of course. For me, Tobermory feels likely a homely reminder of by bygone childhood.

Sibset of the Week: The Ryders

Shaun Ryder, from mirror.co.uk

I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out Of Here started up again last night, so it seems right to post this edition of Sibset of the Week now, given that the father took part in last year series and came second. His name brings me onto a discussion about Irish name, since I have a floating opinion when it comes to Irish names and what spelling to use. Now may a good time to shout about my Irish credentials: My Nana is from Roscommon, which I’ve visited once. I very rarely mention the fact about me being Irish because it doesn’t really play a part in my life, and that most people take it as a given when they see my hair colour. That said, my other grandmother has exactly the same hair colour as me (she’s basically a slightly older version of me in everyway), but hasn’t a drop of Irish blood, only a tad of Welsh.

Why am I harping on about the Irish? Well, it sets up my next statement: I’ve always had my doubts on using Shaun instead of Sean. It seems odd for me to say this, when I was bleeting on about using traditionally male nicknames for girls on Saturday, but I grew up with Wallace&Gromit, hence Shaun the Sheep. It’s one of those forever associations you just can’t quite shake.

Now that I’ve got that over with, let’s talk about Shaun Ryder, who is a British musician, playing in Happy Mondays and Black Grape before becoming a journalist/television personality. In 1991 he welcomed his first daughter with Trish:

Jael Otis

Followed by a second daughter with Oriole in 1994:

Coco Sian

And then a son in 2002 with Felicia:

Joseph

Finally, he welcomed two more daughters with Joanne in 2008 and 2009, respectively:

Pearl

Lulu

He has also adopted Joanne’s son Oliver, who came along in 1993. Taken together, they’re an eclectic list to say the least, but there are some intriguing picks, such as Otis for a lass, which could easily have been chosen for family reasons. Pearl and Lulu are adorable together, too, even with big sister Coco.