My little girl came up to me today with an intent expression on her face and said: “Daddy, why did you name me Angel?” I sat her on my knee and explained to her: “Listen sweetie-pie, my policy as a father has always been to give my children names that reflect how i feel about them.” She beamed at me. “Now take the prodding stick down to the cellar and check if Accident and Fleshwaste are still alive.”