I did not invent my name, it was given to me. Some years back, I lived on a barge (well two barges), with my partner, Charly, and 5 of our children. We didn't have space or electricity to run a washing machine, so we took our (substantial quantities of) laundry to a laundrette. Quite often Charly dropped the laundry off and I would pick it up.
One day when I was picking it up one of the laundry women (terrifying they were, huge, with masses of gold jewelry), informed me that they didn't know my name and when I opened my mouth to say it, told me they didn't care what it was, they knew my partner's name, Charly, so they called me MrCharly.
I kind of liked the idea that instead of a woman being called 'Mrs<insert husband's name>', I was Mr<insert partner's name>, so adopted the name online.
Blame the YHT on Charlotte; it has to do with having long hair in a ponytail and talking of telling children's stories in yurt at a festival.