A good mate of mine, the increasingly inappropriately named Glastonbury Jon, called his youngest sprog Reg when it was just a bump. Even now Jon occasionally calls her Reg despite her being all grown up and really called Katia. Quality. I was a bit disappointed when Niki my sister in law got herself "in the family way" and chose the bump name of Butter Bean. I know she is an artist but that is mighty abstract man!
In order to prevent such shabby bump names in the future I have taken it on myself to assist. So when we went out last week to celebrate finding out that our mates Mellon were awaiting a visit from the stork, I suggested Bongo. Ellen seems to quite like it but I think I'm going to have to work on Marcus.
I have no idea what my bump name was but since I was sharing the bump with my twin sister I suspect it may have been Trouble.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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Hmm, if you were Bump, I think I was something more like
'What a fooking surprise!'...
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