I was once spending a late night with some friends drinking wine by the Canals St. Martin in Paris. A particularly drunk man stumbled up to us and asked all of our names, deciding he would dub us with new names. My male friend became “Alain”, my female friends, “Elaine”. When I told him my name, he looked at me very solemnly, and announced, “You, you are Princesse Gifford”. I have never lived this down. But if I am accepting the title, I will take any of these as my coronation attire.