What's in a name?

I keep being asked where I am from, and granted I am hardly that pale and interesting to pass immediately as English, and my cheekbones are a little on the slavic side, rest assured that I am British and that I do in fact write my own posts and website copy.

The reason that I picked the name that I did when I decided to go pro, was perhaps a little perverse, but not an indication of my provenance or nationality. Yes Alina is a Romanian name, but given that it was also the name of an ex-colleague of mine with whom I have to admit to their being no love lost with, it did appeal to me in a darkly comedic way to use her name instead of the one I was given at birth.

And yes, she may never know, but that doesn't really matter to me, I know and it fills me with a rather warm sense of glee everytime I utter it and smile inwardly to myself. Revenge is sweet even when the other person doesn't know about it, may be particularly when they don't know and would never suspect either.

Now some of you may think this incredibly childish and to you I say who wants to be grown-up? All that being grown-up brings are the unattractive things in life like bills and alarm clocks and far too much responsibility. I'm quite happy being me, myself and Alina.