Skye No More

There are some things in life that you can always be sure of, night follows day, pizza tastes good, brussel sprouts taste bad, the unwelcome squawking sound of seagulls at 6am on a summer's Saturday morning down at The Shore and the Isle of Skye will always be there for a weekend getaway.

Well, not so.

Sadly I'm not talking about the seagulls but rather the Isle of Skye will soon be a thing of the past. It will be known as Eilean a'Cheo. Isn't that lovely? Assuming you can say it without spitting of course.

It means misty Isle and can conjure up all sorts of romantic and heart-warming notions. Unfortunately, it's also a very difficult name to remember due to one too many syllables. I can't count the number of times I've checked where Kyle of Lochalsh is on the map only to forget again within hours. Though that might have more to do with the size of my amnesia rather than the size of the island's name. Is it an island? You see, I have no clue...

But then Oban, Arran, Mull, these are places that are easy peasy to place on a map and I say it's all down to the length of the name.

Even when people call me by my full name of Jeffrey Trevor Lucifer Cynthia Asterix Breslin, I forget that they are actually referring to myself. I prefer the simple 4 letter option of Jeff. (By the way, I used a bit of poetic license there, as if parents would be so cruel as to give their eldest son a middle name of Trevor!)


So as much as a name's a name for a' that, I'd still vote for keeping the name Skye over Aileen Achoo or whatever it is the new name is. But then, apparently Scotland used to be called Caledonia and we soon got over that one so it's no great shakes in the long run really.
As long as I can still eat pizzas and don't have to eat Brussel Sprouts then I'm pretty happy either way.