Dear Mungo - look, I wrote that without so much as a snigger. Honestly. I really think you're worrying about nothing here. Nobody actively likes their middle names but we're not in the playground any more. So what if your name sounds like one of TS Eliot's cats - those poems were turned into one of the most successful West End shows ever, so at least you're in good company. I find that in these situations the wisest course of action is to think of those worse off than yourself: Robert Frederick Xenon Geldof; Elton Hercules John (and that's presumably self-inflicted); Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom; Billie Paul Piper (yes, really); Kate Garry Hudson (ditto); Russell Ira Crowe; Uma Karuna Thurman... need I go on? Plus (and really this is the best bit), to be considered
a bona fide A-lister these days you need
a catchy handle - think Brangelina, J-Lo, Tom-Kat - and now you've got one. Forget being taken seriously, I've just launched your second career: as HuMungo, adult movie star.
