The problem parents and brat girl had a
rare family night out yesterday. The evening began with a meal.
“It has to be Chinese or Thai”
insists brat girl, “cos that's wot I've been lookin forward to all
day. I've been tellin everyone that's wot we'd be 'avin.”
The problem parents pick a south asian
restaurant they have been to many times, but never with brat girl.
After much dithering brat girl and evil stepmother each have one of
the soups and crap dad has a tofu dish with rice.
“Oooh – this is hot” says brat
girl “eeerg – the noodles look like jellyfish” comes out a few
slurps later, “I like it though” she says reassuringly.
20 minutes later brat girl admits
defeat and confesses that she can eat no more – it's just got too
many odd flavours and she's become so snivelly with the spices that
she has rubbed the foundation off her nose. She does manage to have
a go at the remainder of the problem parents food and the family
leave replete and ready for the gig that is the whole point of the
evening out.
Brat girl has steadily been getting
more and more excited as the evening has progressed.
“You'll have to chill a bit”
advises evil stepmother laughingly as they approach the club “it is
an adult club you know, you're supposed to be 18!”
“But I'm so excited” gushes the
girl “I'm going to see Terri Walker. I don't care that none of mi
friends have eva 'erd of 'er. She great!”
They arrive in good time, and after an
initial hesitation when the show begins, she is soon dancing in the
middle of the crowd next to her dad.
Ms Walker is signing copies of her new
CD at the end of the gig, so brat girl queues up for a copy and even
has a picture taken, on her mobile phone, of her with the star.
On the bus on the way home evil
stepmother asks for marks out of 10 for the evening.
“7 out of 10” he says after a
moment of pondering where Terri comes between The Clash at Victoria
Park (10 out of 10) and Prince at Sheffield Arena (a generous 5 out
of 10).
“Are ya mad?” exclaims brat girl
... “It were at least 10 outta 10!”
