A break-through. Today, for the first time I discovered a middle name without having to reveal the purpose behind my inquisition.
Buying three pints of Kronenberg and some sweet and spicy nuts at the Queen Elizabeth Hall, I noticed the barman had a badge with his first name followed by an initial. I knew I had been given an opening. I asked what the initial stood for. He told me. Another barman had the same name and they needed a way to distinguish themselves. I didn't ask whether that was for the benefit of customers or colleagues. Then, smoothly, as though out of mere idle curiosity, I asked what his middle name was. Without prompting, he said he would write it down for me. I asked what it meant. 'Prince', he replied. His co-worker asked him how he knew. 'My parents told me it means prince, so it means prince', he said quite fairly. As I left the co-worker began to chant his middle name. I suppose it was a compliment.
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