Two days in to motherhood (and having bored their family and friends senseless with entreaties to marvel at their daughter's tiny eyes/nose/ears/fingers/hiccups) a letter arrived. It had an ominous air of officialdom to it.
The name Kylie is trademarked! Davy Jones exclaimed. “We can’t use it!”
Delia Smith smarted: “Surely not? Surely you can't do that, can you..?”