The inevitability of inheriting a ubiquitous sobriquet is the reason I believe, that has prompted Moidecars down the ages to take recourse to alternative appellations.
Can you blame us? Any one, so long as he is known to have the slightest connection to that GOD’s own little acre, is automatically heir to the rather insalubrious and even insulting insinuation: ‘Moidecho pisso’. Most of us have grown inured; however, there have always been vain attempts at breaking free. Nouro Bostiao, Thonto Bostiao, Sonso Jose, Tambddo Anton, Dhovo Anton….. music to my ears. There were all good man. The Anton’s are still around. The others have gone to that enclosure reserved by our heavenly FATHER for the extra special. A great big sign marks the spot, it reads simply: “Moideche”. Somebody has rubbed out the following word. Only the P is barely discernible. Sincerely Xanno Moidecar
