James

At the opening of a new local pub, the lights are low and the bar is busy.  I manage to ask my question of the barman with a floppy side parting and a black t-shirt.  He pours four pints and a glass of white wine while he tells me that his surname is Dean.  'My mum wanted to go the whole hog and give me it as a first name', he says.  'But my dad wouldn't let her'.  We can't decide if that was a good or a bad thing.