Newton

In the pub and a girl with fringed blonde hair in a high pony-tail asks if a chair at the table is spare.  Her top is black and white stripes and her glasses are statement.  I tell her that it is but ask for a middle name in return.

'I don't have one', she says.  'Although my Mum always said I could have Newton because we're supposed to be related'.  I look suitably impressed.  'But she makes a lot of stuff up so I don't necessarily believe her'.

I decide that, for the purposes of my new year's resolution, I will.