Balls, bastards and all those other rude-sounding surnames… At least they raise a clear red flag. If you take his name on marriage, you know what you’re getting into.
But sometimes something seemingly innocent can catch you completely unawares – and be devastatingly hilarious. For the rest of us anyway.
Thanks for the feedback on when I first revealed those startling signs – and for Renée A. Schuls-Jacobsonen’s kind post. (She’s funny and clever and clearly a perceptive judge of excellence, over at Lessons From Teachers and Twits.)
But it was Rummuser who reminded me when he mentioned Sidebottom as a surname to think carefully about adopting. I know a Sidebottom. Fine man he is too. Never noticed any sniggering or teasing at work. It’s just not funny enough – though I guess it was probably giggle-worthy at school.
But then I remembered my favourite.
Oh yes – you’ll like this one.
I have a friend. Well respected. Successful. Professional. Has a public profile. Jolly good all round.
His surname is Stickler. Nothing untoward about that. But wait for it… (I won’t mention his first name.)
He was fortunate enough to persuade a lovely woman called Rachel to marry him. She took his name. Nothing wrong with that either. Until…
Until you consider the result when you address her by her new title, initial and surname combined.
Go on – try it. You can say it out loud if that helps.
See what I mean? No one deserves that.
Just picture her in a doctor’s waiting room, queuing in an office waiting to be called, in line for an audition – or sitting in Mo’s bar bracing herself for that phone call from Bart.