Le Pard. Why not Smith? Or Jones? Or something humbly bland? Geoffrey rather than Jeffrey is bad enough – my German colleagues assumed the ‘e’ was silent making me Goff, a sort of lisping noiriste of a lawyer – but the surname provides endless amusement and frustration.
I tried so very hard today to make a representative of Virgin Media understand that it was Le, not La Pard and that Pard started with a P not a D. But that is a small price to pay.
In digging out some things for another post on my mother I found a set of envelopes she kept from the 1970s
showing this niggling nonsense around my nomenclature isn’t new. I think she kept them to set dad off.
He was very proud of our Huguenot ancestry so if some hapless soul failed to catch the unusual spelling of our name it would be a sure-fire way to have the old boy steaming.
I think Blytepad has a certain cache.
What about you? What variables do you get?