GREET THE FIRST SUNDAY OF THE MONTH

I was listening to Radio 2 the other evening when a listener called Sunday phoned in. That’s right, Sunday. Christened thus by her imaginative parents because she was born on a Sunday.

Just as well she wasn’t born on a Rogation Day. She would have been Rogue, for short.

Anyway, Sunday told the presenter that she was on her way to a personal development meeting. I wouldn’t have thought that with a name like that she needed it (not that anybody really needs it, but that’s another whinge for another day).

Rather like the boy named Sue, in the Johnny Cash song, I would have thought Sunday would have developed nicely as she learned all about looking after herself.

It could have been worse. It could have been Moon Unit. Or Ms Zappa’s more down-to-earth brother, Kitchen Unit.

The weird names phenomenon flourished in the 1960s, but it began long before then. The actress Tuesday Weld was born in 1943. She married Dudley Moore – a man named after a town in the West Midlands – in 1975. And divorced him in 1980.

Shame she didn’t then marry Fredric March III, so she could have become Tuesday March the Third.

Yes, I know it’s an old joke. But it's a little gem, well worth a repeat. I think my Dad made it up. He was called Kid, by the way ...