What's in a name? Erm, a whole load of responsibility

However, if there's one thing that fills me with the chill of icy dread, it's parental responsibility.

I don't have children but I think I'd quite like them. It's not looking after them that's my concern, or the thought of staying in with them every night when I could be down the pub.

It's simply naming the thing that fills me with worry.

The world buzzed this week as Katie Price unveiled the name of her new baby. Bunny Hayler was born some weeks ago, but it took a while for her parents to decide on a name.

Other names in the running included Lady, Disney, Precious, Bambi and Peggy. Her former model mum apparently also considered spelling Bunny's name Bunni with a heart above the 'i' before remembering that the letter 'wasn't actually part of the English language'.

That really made me giggle. Like Prince deciding his name would now be a symbol, Katie Price actually considered creating a whole new letter for her baby.

I expect that if it wasn't for the fact that the keyboards of a hundred journalists would need to be replaced to ensure Katie still had the world talking about her (guilty, sorry!) then she'd have gone ahead.

In comparison, my name is dull.

When I was born, my then teenage auntie chose my name.

The story goes that there was an advertisement in the paper for whisky that featured a number of Scottish names. I think it must have been a case of closing her eyes and pointing, but my auntie chose Kirsty as my name and that's what stuck.

At the moment, it seems people are surprised that Katie Price would name her baby with another name for a rabbit. It's not a complete shock, after all this is Jordan we're talking about. But the general consensus seems to be that the name is daft and the poor thing will probably be picked on because of it.

What I've found is that if kids are going to pick on you about something, they'll find anything.

Whether you've got a traditional name or your parents write your name with a heart above the 'i', kids can be mean.

When my nephew Maximus was born, he looked a bit like a gladiator with lots of lovely hair and a stocky little build. My brother called me moments after his arrival and exclaimed: "He looks like Maximus Decimus Meridius!"

Maximus suited him and that's the name he was registered with.

Naming your child is such a huge responsibility, and not one I think I'm ready to handle yet even though I'm creeping towards the big 3-0.

I'm a fan of fantasy, with Tolkien and JK Rowling providing a great deal of my entertainment. I can't be sure that if I was to give birth to a blonde cherub I would not want to call it Legolas or Draco.

I can hear the sigh of my grandmother already as she discovers I've called her great-grandchild something fantastical like Odysseus or Beowulf.

For now I think I'll stick to the single life. If the world thinks Bunny's bad, they're not prepared for my offspring!