Since I was in my twenties I was pretty certain of the name that I'd give to my first child. If he were a boy there was never any doubt that he was going to be called Louis. I like how the sound feels on the tongue and its French origins given my Francophile leanings. I settled on Phoebe for the girl that never was. My first choice was another French name, Agnès, pronounced 'Anyes' but I knew that my daughter would always be saddled with correcting its pronunciation from the harsher anglicised version ,
Louis means 'Famous Warrior' and whilst my son is not an especially fightie person in the physical sense, he is as tenacious as it comes in a verbal battle. Believe me I've had a few of those! Many people think Louis Theroux was the inspiration behind my choice. After all I'm a bit of a fan. But the decsion pre-dates 'Weird Weekends' where I first came across him. I reckon this guy, whose utterly joyous music was part of the soundtrack to my student days, may have been the one who inspired me!