So this bloke with the dog didn't have a name. I mean, he must have had one at some stage, but he told me he didn't use it any more, because he didn't agree with names. He reckoned they stopped you from being whoever you wanted to be, and once he'd explained it to me, I could sort of see what he meant. Say you're Tony or Joanna. Well, you were Tony or Joanna yesterday and you'll be Tony or Joanna tomorrow. So you're fucked, really. People will always be able to say things like, Oh that's so typical of Joanna. But this geezer, he could be like a hundred different people all in one day. He told me to call him whatever came into my head, so at first he was Dog because of the dog, and then he was Nodog because we went for a drink in a pub and he left the dog outside. So he'd had two completley different personalities in the first hour we spent together, because Dog and Nodog are sort of opposite types, arent they? Bloke with dog is different from bloke with no dog. Bloke with dog has a different image from bloke in pub. And you can't say, Oh, that's so typical of Nodog to let his dog shit in someone's garden. It wouldn't make sense, would it? How can Nodog have a dog that shits in someone's garden, or any dog at all, come to that? And his point is, we can all be Dogs and Nodogs in a single day. Dad, for example, could be Notdad when he's at work, because when he's at work he's not Dad.
Hornby