Come a little closer, sugar!
You may know me from a younger lifetime as Marjorie Harvie. Both my grandmothers were called Marjorie and that's how I got stuck with it.
For my twentieth birthday I asked for a new name. I was living with my boyfriend, Max, on Queen Street at the time and we had a big party asking everyone to bring new names. I got a lot of absurd suggestions. As the midnight deadline approached, I got quite drunk. My boyfriend suggested Gigi, but the music was loud and I thought he said Juju.
"That's it!", I said and I militantly refused to answer to anything else.
Over the years, I moved cities and then countries taking my new name with me.
When I married