Sorry, what was that? Oh, why did he choose Lucky? It’s obvious, isn’t it? He was the most major Star Wars geek ever; knows all the Episodes by heart, had posters on the wall, had an Obi Wan Kenobi dressing gown, for Christ’s sake. I saw him kick it surreptitiously in the wardrobe when I used to come round to do my homework. And who was the hero in Star Wars? It was Luke, obviously. Lucky-Luke. Luke-Lucky. That’s how he picked the name. It’s a good one, isn’t it? Trips off the tongue a bit better than Luhith; can’t imagine them chanting I-Should-Be-So-Luhith from the terraces, can you? Delphine Loustalot Khalil says: It was his baby name, and I guess it sort of stuck. His dad and I used to call him Luhith if we were cross with him, but as he grew up, there were fewer and fewer occasions that required it. I think we had a little rhyme we used to sing him, something that went like Lucky-Boy-Boo to the tune of Winnie-the-Pooh. Or was it Lucky Boy to the tune of Danny Boy? Anyway, he was Lucky, to us. He was a honeymoon baby, and we never managed to have another child after him. Jinan Khalil says: It was my dad who did it. He has an annoying habit of giving everyone nicknames; he became Zaki instead of Zakaria, I became Ji-Ji instead of Jinan, my wife became Della instead of Delphine, and my son became Lucky instead of Luhith. And do you know what Ji-Ji means? A colleague from Shanghai told me – it means your thingummy in Chinese, you know, your diddly, your John-Thomas. And not content with laying that one on me, then he goes and renames my own son, as though the name we picked out for him ourselves wasn’t good enough. Luhith is a fine name, a Bangladeshi name. It’s Dada Khalil’s name, my grandfather. You’d think that Baba would have been pleased. But no, ever since Luhith was a baby, he was round here, being the doting grandfather, calling him Lucky this and Lucky that, and Lucky-Plucky and Lucky-Boy-Boo and Lucky-Mucky and a hundred different variations on the theme, until the poor boy thought that was what his name really was. He was quite upset when he was four years old, and I had to explain to him that his real name was actually Luhith. He looked at me like he’d been cheated, that we’d all been playing a trick on him, pretending he had a different name all along. He was even more upset when he learned that his mamma had another