Going back about 60 years, I could never understand why my parents were so outraged on behalf our our neighbours' children, who were called Ivor Hore and Ann Hore. "Goodness," my mother would cry, "how could they not realise what they were doing?" I was oblivious to the reasons why my parents were so incensed, although everyone else was giggling behind their hands. I did, however, understand when, at the age of 13, I went to school with a lad who, when the called the register every day, cringed with embarrassment when the teacher called out "R. Sole". As my mother said, you need to consider every aspect of the name you give a child. Which was why my younger brother who was designated to have a middle name of Robert, was at the last minute given the name of Frederick to avoid his initials being ARS.
