If anyone on this newsgroup can be accused of harbouring new age/wiccan bullscheisse, it's you. You have changed magickal names about 6 times in recent memory, you go on about trying to meld the 12 symbols of the Zodiac with the runes, and feel disconnected from the Gods if you take off your ritual jewelry to take a shower.

Let's choose something simple. Children with simple names are never embarrassed with them. How about Jamie? Matthew looked doubtful. Jamie's fine, he said. But if he's called Jamie he's going to end up being a particular sort, if you know what I mean. He'll play rugby, he'll go to New Town bars after the international matches. Being called Jamie signs you up to an awful lot of Scottish upper-middle-class stuff.

At P’inglin (north-east of the present Sui county, Hupeh), more than one thousand people rose under Ch’en Mu, calling themselves the “P’inglin Army”.

Everybody who has the least knowledge of Heraldry and the Peerage must be aware that the noble family of which, as we know, Helen Pendennis was a member, bears for a crest, a nest full of little pelicans pecking at the ensanguined bosom of a big maternal bird, which plentifully supplies the little wretches with the nutriment on which, according to the heraldic legend, they are supposed to be brought up.