My mum talks about how before I was born she was torn over what to call me if I turned out to be a boy. Her favourite name was Ben, but if she called me that my name would have been Ben Ding 
Thankfully I was a girl, but then the name she planned on went to another baby in the ward who had jaundice and put my mum off (seriously my mum, so judgemental!). Apparently I’m named after one of snooker-champ’s John Parrot’s daughters who looked cute in a magazine she was reading. And it was only two letters different from her original choice.
The best almost-name is another DiSer, however I’m not at liberty to divulge that information.