...in public places.
I'm in a really nice restaurant with a gob sh1te on the next table.
He's about 70 years old and preaching to a table of six and his advice is heard by all in the restaurant.
He is talking to a young female doctor who is going to work abroad.
He has advised her who invented the stethoscope, what to do in Doha, rent a bike apparently, what most computer acronyms stand for, i.e. VOIP, IBM, ASCII, what blood pressure reading you really need to worry about and his opinion on MRSA.
Mrs. V wants a pud, so I'm here for quite a while, I've had enough, I wish they shove some food in his gob. If he chokes it's up to the Doc, I'm recusing myself.