Since Arthur was born a few people have asked me what made us choose the name. Honestly? It chose itself.
We went off to the hospital with no planned names at all – not even a shortlist in sight (just a long list of names one or other of us didn’t like…). Baby was born, handed to me and my brain just said ‘Arthur’ so there it was. I graciously let Sy pick his middle name, Harry, which was really Sy’s preferred name of choice. In hindsight I see it was only fair that I got to pick his first name (stubbornly and without compromise) because Sy chose Tori’s first name (stubbornly and without compromise) when she was born. It all worked out fine because we both like both names and now I wouldn’t have it any other way (though I can’t speak for Sy but I hope he feels the same.)
It has however got me thinking of all the ‘Arthur’s I have come across that may have subconsciously inspired me over time…
- My parents are convinced I named him after Liberty‘s heartthrob Prince Arthur from the BBC series Merlin.
Now my Little A could do a whole lot worse than growing up to be like Prince Arthur – yes, he can be a little slow on the uptake but he’s fiercely loyal, good hearted, charming, very pretty and is rather good with a sword. All worthy attributes. He’s also rich which would be nice… *goes off to look up local fencing classes to set Little A off in the right direction*
- Other than the BBC interpretation there is of course the King Arthur of legend who has always been around and has always been a source of wonder and fascination – I love all the old legends and the magic of the stories.
- Arthur the Aardvark. I loved this little guy as a kid – one of the better modern cartoons that I grew up with. Even if his sister did have a stupid name (DW…I can only assume it stood for something…Diana Winnifred?…who knows…)
- Arthur Daley from Minder. This is Sy’s favourite Arthur. I think Little A will be getting the appropriate hat as soon as he is big enough to wear it properly..
- More recently there has been Arthur ‘Fat-Boy’ Chubb on Eastenders who is actually kind of adorable in a useless, heart-in-the-right-place, trying-to-be-cool sort of way. And, of course, there used to be Arthur Fowler too whose final episode of Eastenders in ’96 is one of my earliest memories of the programme (it then all goes hazy again until Tiffany’s death in ’98 – funny how it’s all the deaths you remember…)
- Another spin-off of the legendary King is scrawny little ‘Wart’ Arthur from Disney’s The Sword In The Stone – and let’s be honest, who doesn’t love that adorable little bundle of haphazardness?
Other than that lot, my Great(?)-Grandfather (not sure if there should be another great there or not…) and my God-father’s father I can’t actually think of any Arthurs that I have come across in my life. And I can’t say that any of them particularly inspired me to name my son after them. It’s just the name that burst into my head when he was handed to me after he was born – he’s just my little Arthur…