This one is but hours old.
A friend of mine's just had his first child. I texted him to find out whether she'd got a name yet, as she was slightly premature and they weren't quite ready.

"Yes." he replied. "It's Alice Louise Stevenson."*
"Cool mate! Congratulations."
"Do me a favour, my phone's nearly out of free texts, and you've got an unlimited contract. Text round and spread the word, would you?"
"Sure thing, mate, sure thing."

And now many of our less pop-culture-savvy friends genuinely believe that the baby's name is Alice Louise Stormageddon Stevenson.

Gone on too long? Perhaps, but personally, I really hope it sticks. Imagine the things she could acomplish with a name like that; the mighty empires she could grind to dust beneath her heel! Hail, hail, a thousand times hail!

*Not her real name, obviously. I'm not condemning the poor wee mite to B3ta ignominy within days of her birth. I'm a bastard, but not that big a bastard.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Sat 10 Mar 2012, 23:54, 7 replies)

Hmmm.
When my nephew was born, my brother rung up all excited to tell us.

"What's his name then?"
"Zack"
"Ha ha. Did you have a doberman? Nah, what's his name?"
"Er, Zack"
"Er, Oh. OK, cool. Everything OK . . .?" Etc.

Half an hour later *ring ring*

"Hi, just joking about Zack. We're calling him Harry".

Oops.
(username failed moderation, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 10:35, closed)

A friend of mine really did give her kids unusual second-middle names: "rain", "zephyr" and my favourite, "boo".
People often think it's a wind up.

I tried to convince another, whose son was born while the great comet Hale-Bopp was in the sky, to use the middle name "Bopp", but he didn't go for it. I'd love to be called (for example) Johnny Bopp Cartwright...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 10:49, closed)

Boo is awesome. If I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him...
Bill, or George, or any damn thing but Boo!
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Mon 12 Mar 2012, 22:22, closed)

(sigh)
I was somewhat miffed to discover that the paperwork to register the name of our wee boy with Teh Authoritahs had had the word "danger" crossed out as a middle name.

Seriously, the ability to say "danger is my middle name" and be able to prove it has got to open more legs than a steam powered leg opener.
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 12:15, closed)

Unfortunately, people never live up to their names - in fact often the exact opposite.
So Barry Danger Smith would end up as a timid dormouse of a man.

I knew a girl whose middle name was Lysistrata - from an Aristophanes play, in which Lysistrata persuades the women of Greece to withhold sexual privileges from their husbands and lovers, as a means of forcing the men to negotiate peace.

Naturally, the Lysistrata I knew was a bisexual nympho who shagged like a rabbit in a viagra factory.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 13:27, closed)

Are you sure that wasn't actually just a video you watched while your mum was out getting your tea?
Hmmm?
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 13:32, closed)

Nope, real person
Maybe "nympho" is an exaggeration - but she shagged me, so she must have fairly broad acceptance criteria...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 12 Mar 2012, 16:53, closed)