What life is like when you have an unfortunate surname

Surnames: they're a key part of our identities.

They're how we remember other people and how they remember us. But for those of us born with, well, unfortunate surnames, life can bring unique challenges.

My name is Andy Mycock. Go on: now's your time to laugh.

I'm an academic (yes, I'm Dr Mycock) and much of my adult life has been shaped by my surname - covering up name tags, mumbling my name and trying to beat people to the inevitable joke. But I've had enough, and it's time for a change. I'm beginning a journey 58 years in the making.

I'm going to learn to love Mycock.

For the first 18 years of my life, I had no idea my surname was funny. I grew up in Buxton, a market town in Derbyshire, where Mycock is a popular name. There are more than 2,000 in the UK, give or take.

We're all said to have descended from Solomon Mycock, a 19th Century farmer and publican in Buxton - there's even a temple in his name at the top of the hill in the town. So growing up as Andy Mycock, I definitely didn't stand out.

My life changed profoundly when I moved to Salford to go to university. On my first day, I quickly noticed that people laughed at my name when I was enrolling for my course, collecting my Students' Union card, and opening a student bank account.

For the first time in my life, I shrank with embarrassment. I realised my new life in the city would see me become the butt of many people's jokes.

On a daily basis, when phoning my bank or mobile phone provider, or going to a shop to pick up a parcel, I know someone is either going to laugh openly in my face or pull that wonderful face where they're trying not to laugh. You can never quite relax, because you're always just waiting for the raise of the eyebrow, the suppressed guffaw, the uninvited joke, whatever.

In the digital world, I have difficulties too: filling out online forms or setting up an email address can see my name rejected and the emails I send often go into spam folders. Searching for my surname is banned on some social media platforms.

My mother Patricia had a dreadful time when she took on the surname. Her joy of divorcing my father was twofold as she not only left a somewhat feckless husband, but also de-Mycock-ed herself.

Oddly, I grew up through my entire childhood with my father's surname - a man I did not meet until I was 19 years old.

My sisters changed their surnames as soon as they turned 16. I often thought about it too, particularly when I started to connect with the world outside Buxton and came to realise the cost of every social interaction.

My partner, Jennie, says she never really thought about my surname when we met and it has never been an issue for her. She was more concerned how it affected me - she was one of the very early people to pick up on it and go: "Hang on, you're not always comfortable with this, are you?"