Food For Thought

I’m posting away from gender for once, because I’ve just been shown a brilliant piece of brainwork in a newspaper filler this afternoon.

There’s a guy somewhere out there who has changed his surname from Price to Pppppppppprice in the hope of deterring cold-callers with confusion over its pronunciation.

My deed poll is finally on its way now, so I may have lost my chance to take a similar path; well, that and the fact that I’m very happily a Prime.  But if I was to follow in Mr Pppppppppprice’s footsteps, I might go one step further…

Which, at least for me, means:

  • My surname would be made up of an unintelligible string of letters, as impossible to pronounce as I can invent.
  • It would be pronounced “Smith”.
  • I would make a point of this to any cold-callers, fake some old-fashioned British indignance, and slam the phone down.

Et voila.   Over and out.

About JC

I'm a no-longer-nameless trans asexual autistic, chemistry undergraduate at a London university, pronoun enthusiast, amateur photographer and budding proofreader. Son of Optimus. Join me and be amazed. Or just join me. The sense of awe and wonder is optional.
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