One day last week I suddenly realised that my maternal line - as far back as I know it (5 generations) - all had christian names that began with the letter 'M'. I mean, I've known their names for a while, but the realisation was only recent. My mum's name was Margaret, my grannie's name was May. Her mother was called Minnie, and Minnie's mother was called Myra. Myra's mother was Mary. These are the providers of my mitochondrial DNA.

Another slightly, possibly, odd thing, is that when I was 13 and 14 I really liked the name 'James', for no obvious reason, and changed my middle name from Cameron to James. All my school work in those two years bore the name of Garen James Ewing. I soon missed Cameron so took it back. It's only been in the past couple of years I've learned that, with only two exceptions, all the first born sons of the Ewing line were named James Ewing (at least back to 1824). My father and I are the two exceptions.

It's of no consequence, but there you go...