Storm Brian and other Brians

We’ve been blustered and blown about by storm Brian; some places have  had damage, trees down, tiles blown off the roofs, problems along coastlines, but it seems as if fortunately no-one lost their lives, as far as I know.

It’s become the custom to name weather events, and there is a reason – it ‘personalises’ these storms and hurricanes so people become more aware of them (for some reason spellcheck wanted to ‘deify these storms’ – in the past they would have been seen as expressions of the gods anger!). It’s then easier for people to follow information about the progress of these events and judge what precautions they may need to take to help avert problems.

We have already had Storm Aileen, and after Brian we have:

  • Caroline
  • Dylan
  • Eleanor
  • Fionn
  • Georgina
  • Hector
  • Iona
  • James
  • Karen
  • Larry
  • Maeve
  • Niall
  • Octavia
  • Paul
  • Rebecca
  • Simon
  • Tali
  • Victor
  • Winifred

This got me thinking about the name Brian; I think it is one of those names which has dropped out of fashion so that few people call their baby boys it – although that may not be so in other countries, of course! Apparently, in the 1930’s it was the fourth most popular name in England and Wales, but that popularity began to wane. I knew adult Brians when I was growing up, but I can only think of a couple of lads my age called Brian, and i can only think of a couple of Brians I taught. It’s been spelt in different ways, can also be a surname, and originally meant noble.

Here are some famous Brians:

  • Brian Blessed – actor
  • Brian Boru – Irish king
  • Brian Clough –football manager
  • Brian Cox – physicist
  • Brian Eno   – musician
  • Brian Epstein –manager of The Beatles
  • Brian Johnston – cricket commentator
  • Brian Jones – The Rolling Stones
  • Brian Lara   – West Indian cricketer
  • Brian May   –  Queen
  • Brian McFadden   –  Westlife
  • Brian Moore – rugby player
  • Brian O’Driscoll   –  rugby player
  • Brian Wilson   – The Beach Boys
  • Brian Griffin – Family Guy
  • Monty Python’s Life of Brian
  • Brian the snail – Magic Roundabout

If you are a fan of the TV series ‘New Tricks’ there is only one Brian… here’s an intro to the whole New tricks team:



I am sure I am just one of many people writing about the name Nigel and it’s dramatic decline in popularity. I was at school with Nigels, I worked with Nigels, I taught Nigels, I had best friends who were Nigels, I had friends with children called Nigel… I don’t think I have any relatives called Nigel, and I never had a boyfriend called Nigel, but there have been Nigels a-plenty in my life.  Nigels abound in public life… I looked up a list of them and there were so many! I picked out twenty who I actually knew (not personally of course except for one who I was at school with for a couple of years!) Nigels well-known as sportsmen, politicians, musicians, writers, actors – lots of actors:

  • Nigel Benn
  • Nigel Bruce
  • Nigel Clough
  • Nigel Davenport
  • Nigel Farage
  • Nigel Havers
  • Nigel Hawthorne
  • Nigel Hess
  • Nigel Kennedy
  • Nigel Lawson
  • Nigel Mansell
  • Nigel Nicolson
  • Nigel Owens
  • Nigel Patrick
  • Nigel Pivaro
  • Nigel Planer
  • Nigel Stock
  • Nigel Terry
  • Nigel Williams
  • Nigel Wrench

… and of course there is the famous steam locomotive, Nigel Gresley, and two novels, Sir Walter Scott’s The Fortunes of Nigel published in 1822, and Conan Doyle’s Sir Nigel , 1905. Looking at birth records since 1840, there is a definite Nigel popularity bulge:

  • 1840 – 1
  • 1850 – 2
  • 1860 – 1
  • 1870 – 7
  • 1880 – 8
  • 1890 – 10
  • 1900 – 18
  • 1910 – 24
  • 1920 – 71
  • 1930 – 164
  • 1940 – 445
  • 1950 – 1943
  • 1960 – 4383
  • 1963 – 5529
  • 1970 – 2469
  • 1980 – 413
  • 1990 – 125
  • 2000 – 25
  • 2010 – 18
  • 2015 – 9

So what is the origin of the name? I probably derived from the old French Neel, and possibly because of a mistake in transcription became Nigel during the Middle Ages. It was a known name throughout that period, but it only became widely popular as the data above shows, in the 1950’s-1970’s.

In case you are wondering, my featured image is of our friend Nigel!

Here’s a Nigel…

Leomonade, Sea Breeze and Bottled Beer

I came across a post i wrote a couple of years ago, and thought I would share it again:

I can’t now remember exactly what I was looking up, but I came across an 1881 census entry  for a ship of the Royal Navy. There was a list of the crew and the different ranks and positions they had on board and then there was a group of names which caught my eye.

  • Barak
  • Sodawater
  • Philip
  • Lemonade
  • Sea Breeze
  • Bottled Beer
  • Izan

These men, none with other names, none with given ages,were all described as ‘seedie’ under occupation. I guessed that these men had all been recruited from the different ports the ship called at, possibly all from what was then the British Empire. I delved a little further and found the country of origin for them:

  • Barak – India, Bombay
  • Sodawater  – Zanzibar
  • Philip  – Seychelles
  • Lemonade – Africa
  • Sea Breeze  – Africa
  • Bottled Beer   Abyssinia
  • Izan – Mozambique

All of these men on this ship were naturalised British subjects. The word ‘seedie’ is a corruption of ‘sidi’ or ‘seyyid’ an Arabic word meaning ‘lord’. Thee has been a long history of black sailors serving in the British navy in various different positions, and in fact in many of the paintings from nelson’s time show them on the ships of the British fleet.

To find out more, have a look at this excellent post:

and this:


In need of a rethink

There’s an awful lot of thinking that has to happen before I can get writing… Sometimes it is a sort of subliminal thinking, a sort of mental playing about with a few scraps of ideas, the sort of things I mention when I’m writing here – a ragbag of odd names, unexpected facial expressions, ‘what if’ moments, fleeting glimpses of things, overheard scraps of conversation, vague and tenuous drifts of leftover dream on waking, misunderstood or misheard comments, graffiti, juxtaposed images, memories, odd news items, strange weather, rivers and seas and rivers meeting seas…

Then, for me, there’s a gradual coming together and the beginning of some form, and then I start – and usually when I start (which may not necessarily be at the beginning of the story) words come out in a stupendous rush, and ideas coalesce and form and reform, and strange branches of thought go off in all sort of directions. Sometimes I’m taken up with an idea – sometimes it needs a lot of research and I plunge into that in a fury, and write and write.

Then comes the more staid workmanlike work (is that tautology?) All the other things continue – the mental playing about, the coalescing, the sudden spurts of enthusiasm and inspiration, but it’s more formed now, following the pattern of the narrative.

And then… and then sometimes comes a realisation that there has been an error – maybe it’s something simple like a character’s name or description isn’t right, or that two characters have become confused, or there is a gap where a crucial explanation is missing, or something is written so badly it just has to come out and be rewritten, or there is a whole thread which doesn’t fit at all and needs to be extracted and maybe saved for another story. These things are a bit annoying, but only a bit… lots of work, but it’s all OK.

And then… and then and then there is the major blunder. I am about thirty thousand words into a new story so it’s not a disaster – at least I haven’t finished the first draft and suddenly seen the major blunder!  I have several story lines, a family history, a stalker, the looking for/finding/buying a new house, a jealous ex-husband, not a missing but a found person – a found person who is also amnesiac, and then there are all the general plotlines around characters – their lives and loves etc.

As I was doing some extra research for my imagined family history, it suddenly came to me that I had made a fundamental error of judgement and would need to rethink the whole story of this family’s genealogy. Not a disaster, of course, I can do that… but it’s just irritating that I spent so much time working it out and researching it in the first place, and now not only do I need to unpick it, but also create a new history for them!

Here’s a link to my books which did make it through to being published – they all had a lot of rewriting in them, I hope you can’t see the joins! My novels are all e-readers, except ‘Radwinter’ which is also published as a paperback:

Nancy with the laughing face

We met someone recently called Nancy, and afterwards we remarked Nancy was no longer a very common name, which is surprising for several reasons – older names are becoming really fashionable and Nancy is such a pretty name.

Thinking back, I can’t actually remember anyone I was at school with called Nancy, nor worked with, nor taught… Someone my dad worked with had a wife called Nancy, and my husband had a great-aunt with that name. In some figures I came across for, 2015, Nancy came 71/100, so maybe it will creep back in.

Nancy originated from Ann, or Anne,, and thinking back, sometimes my dad called my sister Anne, Nancy/Nance/Nan. There are quite a few famous Nancies (but in the list I looked at there were quite a few I didn’t know!

  • Nanci Griffith -singer
  • Nancy, Lady Astor, (née  Witcher Langhorne)
  • Nancy Dell’Olio, Italian lawyer
  • Nancy Mitford, English novelist and biographer
  • Nancy O’Dell, American  journalist
  • Nancy Pelosi, 60th Speaker of the United States House of Representatives
  • Nancy Reagan, former First Lady of the United States
  • Nancy Sinatra, American singer and actress
  • Nancy Wilson the singer

The name crops up in fiction too, including a character in Swallows and Amazons, and in Oliver Twist. Nancy, Nance, or nancy-boy is also slang for someone who is gay – I’m not sure how current it is though!

Then of course there is the city  of Nancy in France, and its surrounding  arrondissement de Nancy.

And songs, apparently, although I don’t know it, Ed Sheeran has a song he wrote about his grandmother, and the famous Frank Sinatra song, Nancy with the laughing face. I have just found out while looking up things about Nancy, that there is a funny story attached to the song… Here is what Wikipedia says:

Nancy (with the Laughing Face)” is a song composed in 1942 by Jimmy Van Heusen, with lyrics by Phil Silvers. It is commonly believed that the song was written for the birthday of Nancy Sinatra. This was a misunderstanding that eventually led to the song being recorded by Frank Sinatra. Former broadcast executive and music historian Rick Busciglio tells the story of the song’s inception as related to him by Van Heusen:

In 1979, I was working with songwriter Jimmy Van Heusen on a TV special with Frank Sinatra and Bob Hope that was never produced. Jimmy told me that one day (circa 1942) he and his lyricist Johnny Burke were working at 20th Century-Fox composing for a film. While Burke was out of their writer’s bungalow, Phil Silvers, the comedian, a friend to both, entered and suggested to Jimmy that they write a song for Johnny’s wife, Bessie, who was soon to celebrate a birthday. Silvers provided the lyrics, later revised by Van Heusen and Burke.
At the party they sang “Bessie… with the laughing face.” It was such a hit that they used it at other female birthday events. When they sang it as “Nancy… with the laughing face” at little Nancy Sinatra’s birthday party, Frank broke down and cried thinking that it was written specially for his daughter – the trio wisely didn’t correct him. Jimmy assigned his royalties to Nancy after Frank recorded it for Columbia in 1944.

Here is  Nancy’s song, from Oliver Twist, the musical by Lionel Bart, sung here by Judy Garland:

By the way, my featured image is of anonymous fashion model, i just thought she had a Nancy-like face.

How do you pronounce that?

To me my name, Lois, seems so easy – only four letters and pronounced almost how it’s spelt, Lo-iss; however over the years I’ve had all sorts of near misses with pronunciation – Loys, Lo-eese, Loss, Louise, Louis, Lewis, Lucy, Lose, Loose, Loos… I don’t mind, people try their best!

I don’t suppose it occurred to my parents that it would be difficult, my mum’s grandma was Lois, her sister had it as a middle name… And i guess, although I am really particular and careful with the names I give my characters, it didn’t really occur to me, as it didn’t to my parents, that some of my people would have problems.

In ‘The Stalking of Rosa Czekov‘, some people struggled with her surname – well, there is the famous Russian dramatist Anton Chekhov, which is  a different spelling of the same name – which would have been written in Cyrillic anyway, so it didn’t seem too difficult to me. Some people wondered why he had a ‘foreign’ name… well there are plenty of people born and bred in this country whose names might have originated from different places…

However the character in ‘Rosa‘ who people most struggled with, was Tyche Kane… she is one of those characters and I honestly can’t say where her name came from, it was just there, with her… Tyche was the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus, of course. I pronounce her name Tie-key – and I guess she does too! However some of my readers struggled – Titch, Titchy, Tike, Tickey…

I pondered on this… but then thought, well, this is like real life and names – some people always have trouble with knowing how to say things, so I have just left it…

I was reminded of this when I saw the following:

… and here is a link to ‘The Stalking of Rosa Czekov’:

Fuggan and apple dickie

I was wandering through my recipe books as I often do, and came across something called fuggan… I’d never heard of it before, but it’s Cornish, and is a simple but no doubt delicious  pastry with currants or other dried fruit. When I looked it up to find out more about it I came across an Arthur Fuggan, living in Oldham which I know well as I lived there for many years.

Arthur was born in 1864, and in the 1891 census he was living with his sister Matilda, her husband, his mother, and a niece. Oldham was one of the most famous and important cotton-spinning towns in the nineteenth century and so it was so surprise to see that Matilda was a cotton speed tenter.  Her husband was a pianist and when I saw that Arthur was a self actor minder I thought that he must be something to do with being on the stage… However, the word ‘minder’ made me wonder as I know that was a job in the cotton industry. I was right; a self actor minder is someone who ‘minded’ a ‘self actor’, or “operates a self-acting spinning mule, patented by Richard Roberts, which could be operated by semi-skilled personnel.” A tenter is merely someone who tents or tends a spinning machine in a factory. Arthur doesn’t appear again in the census, not by that name anyway, but there seem to be families of Fuggans living in other countries, particularly the USA

Back to the fuggan…  when I looked further into the edible fuggans, it seems there is also a meat fuggan, which is just meat and pastry; as far as I can gather the pastry is made into a longish fat lump, split down the middle, the seasoned, finely chopped meat is put in and the pastry moulded round it . Somewhere else I found that it was usually pork and sometimes had potatoes as well. It is baked in the oven and I guess might taste quite nice and  a way I  would think of making a small amount of meat go between a family. Apparently, the top of it was patterned with cross-hatched marks, representing the fishing nets of the men who were out at sea, no doubt looking forward to their tasty fuggan when they got home!

And so apple dickie… Similar, it seems to a fuggan, a Cornish pastry with chopped apple mixed into it and baked!