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Idiot customers are one thing. Great customers are something else altogether. We had a table of quite drunk, very loud and extremely scouse birthday celebrants last night. Pleasant enough, bit of a nuisance, nothing out of the ordinary.

What made the evening was the two kids they'd brought along with them, Scott (8) and Ashley (11).

Now, I have no objection to kids in restaurants at all. Though I do take issue with adults who bring kids along, then sit and get drunk. It doesn't surprise me that kids get bored and run around the place. If you're not going to take care of your children then DON'T GO TO A FUCKING RESTAURANT.

But just occasionally you come across kids who are perfectly capable of amusing themselves without causing havoc, and so it was with these two. I fell hopelessly in love with Ashley when she came round to talk to us "because the grown ups are all drunk, so they're boring", and Scott, who resembled a 1:3 scale Peter Kay was a jolly fellow as well, they bombarded us with questions about what working in restaurants, and Ashley confided in me that she'd give us "ten out of ten", and then went to help Ally the waitress set the tables (we went round after they'd left and straightened all the settings out - they were back to front).

But the best bit had to be when they came round, prompted by the adults, to ask for a change in the music.

"Excuse me" piped Ashley "but do you have 'Amarillo'?". I replied that I was terribly sorry, but we didn't. She wrinkled her nose and thought about this for a while.

"All right then. Have you got the Kaiser Chiefs?"

Aw.

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