It was nice to see that Rice in Piccadilly Gardens was busy today. Less pleasant is the ever present aggressive blight on Manchester that is the scrote. Three of them occupied an outside table at the front, yet didn't buy anything from the cafe they occupied. As they compared snide Timberland and Lacoste hoodies and drank pound shop cola, whilst smoking and playing horrible music on their mobile phones, the manager had a word with them pointing out that they were putting off his customers. But they didn't move, they just glared at him and continued to leer at passers by.
The prawn pad thai was very good though.