Do some people name their cars, or do some cars demand a name?

My first - a GG-reg Mini - was soon called Murgatroyd despite a Road Runner and Coyote paint theme which suggested more obvious alternatives. Its Fiat successor was tagged Bruno the Uno before I'd got it home.

Yet the Suzuki Carry tipper-truck in my garage has remained resolutely name-free despite a cuteness factor arguably greater than the squared-off Uno. After all, how many tipper trucks have you met which are smaller than the family hatch?

Neighbours suggested Kashin to commemorate the zoo's late elephant, but Kashin-Carry didn't stick. Even the fluffy dice now liberally scattered about its compact interior haven't suggested anything - except more fluffy dice. They're all gifts from laughing onlookers…

Now a press car has finally demanded a moniker, the first to do so. The Jellybean is better known to Suzuki owners as a Splash; a sensible little car that handles almost as well as the Swift which donates is underpinnings, but delivers more head room.

The roof towers above more conventional cars in the supermarket gridlock; you can just about fit two in a single parking space and cutting-edge it ain't. But it's done everything asked of it - including carrying two passengers and enough gifts and food to sink a battleship on Christmas day - with the kind of cheerful delivery that prompts affection for what is, when all is said and done, merely a household tool.

So the Jellybean it is. But I'm still taking suggestions for the Carry.