'No, I just wear a tie for no reason', says the bald man with the striped shirt when I ask whether he works at the pub. A lady was trying to get in the door and had mistaken me for a member of staff. I explain the situation. He has a Cavalier-style moustache and goatee and is wearing shiny cuff-links. He has a square blue stone in his left ear and a stud in his tongue. Silver teeth gleam from the back of his mouth. His manner is gruff.
Later, at the bar, I ask my question. 'There's no fucking way you're getting mine', he says. I call after him to ask why not. 'It's embarrassing', he says, 'What's yours?' I tell him. 'You've got a surname as a middle name?' he says. 'I suppose so', I reply. With a mumble he reveals his own. 'What's embarrassing about that?' I ask. 'You don't get many of them about these days', he replies.
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