Tommy Collison

I’m afraid I’m becoming hypocritical.

Everyone (especially after the Times) now knows my cane has a name, Aislinn. That’s fine. It’s a very pretty name and if naming it makes me feel better about having to use it then that’s what I shall do. I did it with my old walking sticks, when I used 2. I called them Pongo and Perdi, after the lead stars of 101 Dolmations. I even procured a set of stickers from the film (I was 6 – just let me be) and plastered the two sticks with them.

However, my hypocritical-ness comes in as a friend of mine has got the idea into his head that it’s a good idea to name his pool cue. Why do I feel this is silly?

How is this any different to what I was doing? I wish I didn’t mind this, but it does strike me as a little odd. Wow, things really are different when it’s not you!

It’s also weird, because although I give quite original names to my walking aids, our favourite Teddy Bear has an abysmally generic name. It seems that my originally wasn’t passed down to me, a fact that hurts my inside feelings. The family teddy bear is called Brown Teddy. The second teddy I got from the hospital when I was 9 was called Brown Teddy Junior. I think this blog has unearthed my originality, because I’ll admit I named the second teddy. I was 9 though. I’m allowed, right?