Here are ten baby names that you may want to consider if you want your child to get seven shades of s**t kicked out of them when they start school.
Destiny: Your child will grow up thinking that they are a sodding Debenhams perfume.
Jaymee: Your child will grow up thinking that their parents can’t bloody spell.
Keith: Your child will grow up thinking that they are a middle-aged insurance salesman with a Volvo.
Chantelle: Your child will grow up thinking that they were conceived behind a branch of KFC.
Vagina-Mae: Any double-barrelled first name will inevitably end up combined with a double-barrelled surname after Dad is caught shagging that bird who does the sausage roll counter in Greggs. Nobody wants a three-foot chequebook.
Alfie: Your child will grow up thinking that they are a 92-year-old man.
Kai: So now we’re just naming kids with random noises? How about ‘Ooo’ or ‘Raa’ or ‘Fss?’
Peaches: Do you see kids named ‘Prunes’ or ‘Lychees?’ No. You do not.
Trixidixitinkerbella: Any name that sounds like you were off your tits on disco biscuits when you chose it is a no-no.
Princess: Your child will demand a £50k wedding where the bride arrives in a horse-drawn pumpkin looking like the woman on the top of a toilet roll holder.