Well Done Fillet

It’s not me, it’s you…

I woke up on Monday morning feeling less than chirpy. My usual six hours of gentle repose interspersed with manic dreams and fear filled sweats hadn't shifted the pain of the previous day nor had it recharged my batteries. I lay there, grumbling cussing my bad luck and wondering what's the point anymore. Sunday at [...]

‘Young Professionals’ ye say….

Friday was the 13th and we had a table of 13 reserved for dinner. Crikey. As it was it all went swimmingly well. Nobody died, not a constant worry I should add, and nobody made threats or had to be warned about current and future conduct. So that was a win for sure. Twenty four [...]

Bring on the Dancing Waiters…

Saturday night and all was well. I say well but you know what I mean. I had a table of mid nineties indie rock stars to deal with, Echo and the Bunnymen now that you ask. Lovely chaps. The lead singer didn't join them as he apparently doesn't get on with the rest of them. [...]

Hipsters, sigh

Zac, 21, hipster It was Monday night and all was well in my empty little restaurant world until I turned round to discover four hipsters standing at my door. That was a shock I must say. We aren't normally at home to Mr and Mrs Hipster. Or to be exact they don't normally don't bother [...]

“Prat”

I wasn't quite sure what I was likely to face with regards to Sunday night's pre Bryan Adams concert crowd. I mean would he attract other people afflicted with the same pot marked skin condition? Do other people with faces like they have felt the rough edge of a cheese grater look up to him [...]