When I was 15 I went to live with the Mitsons … and Saffron Walden was
a
very small town - it's grown a bit - probably about, a small market town
about
5,000 population. And everybody knew everybody else. And I joined the local
youth club and, inevitably, my contemporaries at the youth club began to
query,
'Well look, your brothers and sisters are called Mitson, why are you called
Finney?' Now you have to realise in 1948 there was still a lot of stigma
about
illegitimacy. So I was aware and was not, not willing to admit to people
that I
wasn't related to or even what the circumstances were. Well we had, we had
identity cards in those days and I went to local - I think it was like the
local
labour exchange - and took my identity card. 'What can I do for you young
man?'
I said, 'I want to change my name.' He said, 'Well, what you want to call
yourself?' I said, 'I want to call myself Mitson.' He said, 'What, Edward?'
So I
said,'Yeah.' So he wrote me out a new identity card, wait for this, 'Edward
Finney hyphen Mitson.' Overnight the little bastard had become rather posh
because people think double barrel names are posh. So that's how it all
started.