I’ve always been a Gareth fan, simply because the Gareths of this world need us. Young people aren’t called Gareth anymore; it’s all Phaedra and Boo and Gambarzio, but in the old days your name pretty much dictated your life — you grew into it. So Petes and Pauls and Steves were all good, Ryans and Garys were cool, and Gareths and Brians and Martins were mild-mannered and pretty geeky.
