The child wot I named.

Everyone's favourite fictitious Cock-er-ney landlord, Shane Richie, has been proudly showing off his new baby daughter, who has been burdened by the moniker Lolita Belle. I wouldn't wish to cast aspersions upon Mr Richie's literary tastes, but I am assuming he hasn't actually read the book - unless he thought that a synonym for pre-pubescent sexual precociousness was exactly the sort of thing he was after in a name.

Of course you should be able to choose an appellation because you thought it was pretty, regardless of its connotations. But all the same, if you were to call your kid Adolf, Caligula, Crippen or Osama, you shouldn't be surprised if the birthday party invitations prove thin on the ground.