In a deserted South Indian restaurant we are looked after by two waiters with distinctive facial hair. One came to collect the bill and I made my request. We had difficulties understanding one another. I tried to explain about resolutions and middle names. "I don't know about that", he said. I tried once more. A baffled smile crossed his face. He told me it was his father's name. In India it is customary for a son to be given his father's first name as a middle.
A minute later he returned. He wanted to know mine. I told him and he asked how it worked in England. "I don't know", he said. I said I thought it was rather hotchpotch and that I didn't either.
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