INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Mr BC and I are in bed preparing our characters for a new season of Dungeons & Dragons campaigns, because that's the kind of saucy stuff we get up to these days.
ME: My character is going to be massively gung-ho and macho, but I can't think of a name for him.
MR BC: Call him something Pictish.
ME: Great idea, I'll borrow a name from the (largely fictional, history fans) Pictish king list. I'll call him ... *thinks* ... Brude Urpant.
MR BC: You could call him that, but I must warn you, people may laugh.
ME: WHO DARES LAUGH AT BRUDE URPA.. Oh OK, I'll change it to something else.
A couple of minutes pass.
ME: I've got it! I'm going to call him Ben MacDui.
MR BC: (Outraged) You can't call him that!
ME: Why not? Not Pictish enough?
MR BC: Ben's a well-known Jewish name.
ME: Yes, but it's also Scottish Gaelic for 'mountain'. Like 'Ben Nevis'. And Ben MacDui is a cool mountain, it's the second highest peak in the United Kingdom, you know, and it's supposed to be haunted by a ghostly Great Grey Man, although that's pretty much discredited now, and most people think it's probably just a Brocken spectre, although Brocken spectres in themselves are pretty cool, they're like a giant shadow cast on the-
MR BC: You can't call him Ben McJewy, it's racist.
ME: Not McJewy! MacDui! With a 'd'! And a 'u'! And, for that matter, an 'i'!
MR BC: I'm just saying.
ME: Brude Urpant it is then. All hail Brude, Eladrin Druid, occasional shapeshifter, and part-time forklift operator in a Feywild basket warehouse.
MR BC: Sometimes I think you don't take this nearly seriously enough.