Two days into my newly fledged journalistic career and already a whinge is twitching in my blogging fingers. Now that I am a professional whinger (as journalists should be renamed) I feel that it is only correct that I should express myself on this forum.
Britain's society is allegedly meritocratic. Yet famous names, members of 'journalistic dynasties' abound. I'm 100% sure that these great journalists are writing pithy articles that their fathers and grandfathers would have been proud of. However I am not one of the elite and am striving to reach the pinacle of my newly fledged career.
Therefore, less than two days into this career, I feel that I may need to change my name to fulfil my ambitions. Whilst Cooper conjures images of Scottish barrel makers and Fieberjiack, my grandfather's surname (even spelt correctly) would simply give the impression of Polish builders (however much of a valuable commodity Polish builders may be, particularly in this current economic climate), it is time for a name (and possibly style) change. Perhaps Rafi Bell would sound good, draped in white jacket. Alternatively Rafi McDonald, although a change of skin colour might be prohibitive.
Having also rejected Rafi Politkovskaysa, for fear of the Russian authorities, I have come to the conclusion that Raphael Simpson might be a preferable new identity, in honour of British war journalist as opposed to the rotund American cartoon character, despite the argument that the latter might be more relevant. I'll let you know how it goes down amongst the Dimblebys.
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See I don't think the surname is the problem. I think a change of the first name may be more worthwhile. Have you considered "Fatty Cooper"? This would be both descriptive and humourous.
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You were just asking for that one...
p.s. add me too please :-)
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