Waiting at the self-service tills of a small supermarket, I ask a woman who is waiting for her companion to scan his items. She has a piercing through her lip, baggy white trousers and boots with three buckles on each side. Her left eye is discoloured. She doesn't understand my question. She is Spanish. A woman at another till eavesdrops as I repeat myself more slowly.
When she tells me, her companion interrupts to tell her that she is wrong. He is wearing maroon corduroy trousers, a knitted cardigan and a patterned beanie. They have a discussion about what constitutes a middle name in Spain. She has two first names and two surnames. She thinks it should be the first, he thinks the second. I decide to take her word and check the spelling. 'It's like the song', she says and demonstrates by singing the introduction. She does a dance with her arms. 'Thank you', I say and her companion leads her out.
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