I confess.
When at training courses I turn into one of those twats so enamored by the sound of their own voices that they insist on confronting the instructor with pointless questions and arcane distinctions so that they can then voice their irrelevant opinions, using the longest words in their vocabulary to impress upon the other attendees that they know more than the instructor, and talk without pausing to ward off interruption.
I recognize all this when I am half way through and I think to myself, - oh fuck I wasn't going to do this anymore but here I go -
Sorry
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 17 Apr 2012, 4:30, Reply)