Insult

My parents, for reasons I never quite managed to get to the bottom of, decided to spell my first name “Martyn” instead of the more usual “Martin”. As a consequence I’ve spent my life saying “No – with a Y not an I…” Even then it’s regularly spelt wrongly – even my bank use an I on official documents.

But a Christmas card came yesterday addressed – on the envelope and inside the card, and not in a jokey way – to “Martian Beardsley”.

I've never been so insulted in my lives!

I’ve never been so insulted in my lives!

 

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About ramblesofawriter

Writer, thinker, tea drinker.
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2 Responses to Insult

  1. chloefb says:

    I don’t know, I see a new children’s series coming… Martian Beardsley and the Interstellar Sack Race? Martian Beardsley and the Daschund from Grimsby?

  2. Have you made an early start on the Christmas booze?

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