Monday, 24 August 2009

Is it all in the name? A blogger's dilemma.

I can't think of a name for this blog.

I thought I'd had a eureka moment last night, when I came up with The Diary of a Nobody. Because my starting point for this blog is eh, who's interested in my gibberings? Which is exactly what George Grossmith wrote a hundred odd years ago, in Charles Pooter's fictional diary.

"Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see — because I do not happen to be a 'Somebody' — why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth."

(Seriously, this stuff is gold. Read his diaries transcribed as a blog, here. It fills my heart with joy that somebody is actually uploading this on a daily basis. Oh my god, I've just noticed you can get daily Pooter tweets on Twitter too! Follow pooter2009. God, I love the modern world.)

My fabulous mother was reading The Diary of a Nobody in hospital when she had yours truly. And Pooter lived in Tufnell Park, just as I do now. But hopefully the similarity ends there.

Unfortunately, someone already has a blog named Sketch Diary of a Nobody which is a bit too similar. And they live in Archway, so internet shit might get real and they might come and get me.

I also like Strawberry Letter 23, after the Shuggie Otis song, but I'm not sure about that. It sounds a bit twee.


(Illustration from Diary of a Nobody by Weedon Grossmith. What an ace name Weedon is!)


  1. Oliver James Scott25 August 2009 at 09:23

    I remember the Pooters lived in Holloway, but Tufnel Park? Then I guess it was a precursor of the North London line which ran down the end of their garden and cracked the wall. I saw a production of Diary of a Nobody at the theatre when I was a child and the effect of the train passing by offstage and shaking the house was most popular.

    As for the blogname, you ain't nobody Caroline.

  2. Caroline Greener25 August 2009 at 10:46

    I was wondering what this blog was called the other day. I'm sure you'll think of something suitably chic, chick.

    I like it very much hearing your thoughts. x

  3. I had exactly the same dilemma when I started blogging and ended up plumping (I love that word) for the title of my favourite jazz record (My Little Brown Book).

    I've closed that one now and gone all eponymous...

  4. I like Strawberry Letter 23 (although it will always get confused in my small mind as Strawberry Fields).

    All I can think of are cheesy puns (as evidenced by my own blog) like:
    Lipman's iced tea dance - an homage to your great uncles
    Cazakhstan - your own little domain on the internet
    When the going gets Tufnell ...

    Shall I just slip away now?

  5. And just like that, WFI knocks it out of the park. They're all ace! You are a master of the blogging craft.

    Oliver - they lived in Upper Holloway, which is now Archway, I think. But on Wikipedia it says they lived in Tufnell Park, so I'm claiming it. There was a train that ran through Tuffers too, a station that's not open anymore called Junction Rd. Not sure which line that was on. And there are two Ls in Tufnell Park, if you don't mind.

    Kerry - Little Brown Book is an ace name. I've been trying to think of things like that, favourite songs, books etc., but it's not working. Brain freeze.

    And fanks Cazzy. I can't wait to read your screenplay and go with you to Hollywood. You remember agreeing to that, yeah?

  6. Caffy's Corner after your own private garden at Oak Close.

  7. Caroline Greener26 August 2009 at 13:38

    I have a secret dream to put on a festival at that gorgeous beach I told you about and call it Caztonbury...