Another anecdote I've remembered. Years ago (back end of the 90s) I was on a works jaunt to LA. As the company only paid for drinks while we were eating, we rammed off the food, just ate bread and drank as much as we could possibly get down us for the length of the meal. Anyhoo, the next day some colleagues went off on a tour of the star's houses while the rest of us went down to the lobby bar at the Beverley Hilton - some to carry on drinking, other to nurse their hangovers. So, I was one of the ones suffering from a monster hangover and there was an old guy at the bar surrounded by bimbos who was ridiculously loud, whooping and just generally being annoying. I kept shooting him evils and muttering stuff. He carried on, in the end I shouted in a very British way "'scuse me, can you just keep it down a bit please?" The guy waved and apologised and blew me a kiss as he was leaving. My colleagues were horrified. I'd basically (and unknowingly) told James Brown - the Godfather of Soul - to shut the duck up!!