I googled the word Napper this morning, and came up with Nappers galore from architects to photographers to an acting coach. Then I googled Robert Napper, and came up with Broadmoor inmate, murderer, killer of Rachel Nickell.
Yesterday's conviction 16 years after the murder that outraged the nation makes for a sad story, but it's somehow even sadder for me because the aforementioned psychopath is my namesake. Thank God he’s not a relative.
Napper is not a particularly common name, and I can’t remember anyone else with the name making the national headlines in my 60-odd years on this planet. Shame it had to be this way.
It could be worse, however. Imagine being called Arnold Hitler, or Kevin Pol Pot. Or Simon Cowell.
It makes you shiver, doesn’t it?
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