It's a Bank Holiday Monday and we're sitting having an evening meal in a somewhat full Wagamama's, and suddenly a hush falls over the place. Turning, a woman is standing on a table, where she yells out 'That man's called Ken, and he's lovely' as the object of her declaration moves towards the door, trying to keep out of everyone's way. As she jumps off the table and runs after him, he says something like 'stay off the sake; it's lethal'.
Conversation resumes, louder than before.