It could be the Farage factor,or the XTC song. But whoever’s to blame, it seems nothing can now save my accursed tribe from the inevitableAs a Nigel, or I’m one of a dying breed. According to a recent report in the Telegraph,a mere 10 boys were given my first name in 2014. I wish them luck with it.
I date from just after peak Nigel: in 1963, the year before I was born, and a scarcely credible 5529 of us came into existence in England and Wales. I wonder whether they all had the same problems growing up that I did.
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Source: theguardian.com