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Prophetic fallacy is meant to be a literary device – the kind you learn about in school to pass exams. In a nod to the opening in all of his future biographies, Baby Cambridge’s arrival into this world was greeted with a spectacular display of approving heavenly power as a thunderstorm struck London. Republicans should take note. Or will the biographer of the future use this as an ill omen that spelt the impending doom of the British Monarchy?

The best headline to capture the event was surely by the satirical publication Private Eye, which typically sort to spoil the fun with a big bucket of cold water. But this is not just any boy some of you might cry! This is a boy that will grow-up to be King one day!

The behaviour of large swathes of the British general public is also another indication that this is not just any Woman, nor just any Baby. I’m not only talking about the town crier (apparently they still exist) who dressed up like an 18^th century peacock to shout very loudly outside St. Mary’s Hospital that Cambridge Junior had been born. Increasingly familiar in recent years, flag waving and patriotic fervour spread across the land before you could say I make that Pimms O'Clock!

The all important question of name remains. The suspense is quite frankly unbearable. Being the hopeless europhiles that we are at More Europe! we believe that names with a nod to European integration would be duly appropriate for the 21^st  Century British Monarchy. Something dashingly continental whilst retaining an irreproachable degree of class: Jean-Claude? José? Or how about Silvio? King Silvio, that would be a European first. Oh wait...