Sir Bob

First of all, isn't it funny how name fashions change? It's been in my mind a little lately. Well, the post previous. And on the weekend I heard the song "da doo ron ron ron" or whatever the hell it's called. It has the line Somebody told me that his name was Bill. At which the whole room launched into a discussion of what a turn off that was. Or my name, for instance. I am fortunate to have the sopriquet that was the most popular name for girls in the states, 1975-1985 or there abouts. Will it be that in a couple of decades time my name will be synonymous with nana? Well, it will be refreshing change from its current overtones of vapid slag.
But I want to take a moment to celebrate the success of a man who transcended an unfortunate name, an unfortunate look, and an unfortunate predilection for bevvies. Let us celebrate sir Rob Muldoon for services to the Rocky Horror Show, late night scary TV and the beautification of NZ politics.
I give you Sir Bob.

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