If you ask me (you probably won’t) I think Seven is really great name for a baby girl. How the Beckhams’ daughter will thank them in years to come for bestowing upon her such a delightful soubriquet.
One is never really a celebrity unless one has children with truly bizarre names.
I recall Bob Geldof entering hospital with Diphtheria and Whooping Cough. (Not sure who was looking after his other children).
Having utilised every obscure combination of letters in the alphabet the Beckhams cleverly switched to numerals which will, at least, make people smile – not Posh, of course, who has clearly read in some ‘How to be famous’ manual that fashion icons should only pout.
I just worry about when Baby Beckham marries and the archbishop (obviously it will be in a cathedral) asks: "Will you take Seven for your wife?"
Unless she’s marrying a Mormon it could create all kinds of problems.
People react in strange ways to numerate monikers. 2 Pac was shot dead and 50 Cent lost four stone (that’s a measure of weight, not a close friend) through worry.
As I was saying on the phone last night to my son, Colt 45, better to choose something less inflammatory.
