Some years ago we had a super Folk Club in one of our village pubs run by a doctor. The pub was noted also for it`s cuisine, one speciality being Cumberland sausages with mashed potatoes, onions and gravy you would kill for. One evening a visitor brought his meal into the club and proceeded to enjoy his meal whilst the performers strutted their stuff. His table manners were impeccable, he appreciated the songs and music, was quiet and attentive and applauded sincerely. BUT, he offered nobody a taste of his dinner, even the guest would you believe. Now that is the acme of bad manners.