The sun'll come out, tomorrow.

Lyon is a classy place. The local hookers advertise their 'wares' on luminous stickers, which they stick on lampposts, traffic lights and so on. They put their name and their phone number on the sticker. Printed in black. Nothing more, nothing less. I guess as marketing goes, this must be quite a cheap campaign.

The thing that has always made me laugh about these ads is the imagination that has gone into thinking up exotic and seductive names. Names like 'Sasha', 'Jasmine', 'Inge' and 'Mirabelle'.

Then there are the plain weird names like 'Chou-chou' (trust me, this sticker exists).

There's also 'Trans' which I'm guessing isn't a name and which will lead some poor unsuspecting sap of a punter to end up with chips when he wanted rice.

But this morning I have seen the most curious of all. Think about it - you are a 'lady of the night' and you want to sound alluring. You want people to look at your name and conjure up images of a Swedish blond, an African princess or an Eastern promise.

With this in mind, would you choose 'Annie'?

It makes me think of a ten-year-old redhead with untameable curls, a big dog and a penchant for running away from the orphanage.

I can imagine her booking in clients - "I can't *@%! you today love, but tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love you tomorrow - it's only a daaaaaay aaaaawaaaay".