When we were kids my parents owned a cottage that lay near a geological fault line. Over the years that rather large hole accounted for a good 30 or 40 houses in the area and also resorted in the old mans (thankfully pretty decent) DIY skills being tested on a pretty regular basis. Indeed its fair to say that over the 8 years we lived there he filled more cracks than Casanova.
And then one day, while lamenting another costly trip to the builders merchants, he hit on a brainwave and decided that plain old 42, Ocean View Road needed a name. His choice was inspired and for the next couple of years, until the new owners who didn't quite share his sense of humour changed it, the house was called after his one bodge fits all quick fix concrete of choice. Yep. He christened it Polly Villa. Not only did such an act go far in securing his legendary status as one of lifes great practical jokers, it also set me a bit of a challenge. My aim for the last 14 years, since I started finding houses of my own to live in, has been to beat his moniker. I think I may finally just have done it too.
The trouble with naming your gaff is that all the obviously funny ones have been done to death. Dunroamin and Thistledo were quite amusing the first, second and third times you saw them but nowadays they have all the uniqueness of Rose Cottage. To be witty AND original in these matters really takes some doing but I think that with my new home, which I shall be hunting for once this summers out, I shall be bang on the money and Polly Villa may finally be knocked off her perch.
Ladies and gentlemen, I cordially invite one and all to a house warming Party at Fuckham Hall sometime this autumn!!!!