So, tonight, I finally got to try out a Denver legend - Benny's. This would be the Mexican restaurant on the corner of 7th and Grant.

The décor, atmosphere and food were wonderful. It was down-market, loud and had great food. Kind of like The Blue Bonnet, only with good food, and a better deal on drinks.

The only fly in the ointment was the guy on the next table. You know the sort, there's one in every restaurant. It's the guy who's booming, bellowing voice cuts through any conversation on your table, forcing everyone to listen to his tedious anecdotes.

So, imagine if you well, I'm waiting for a fabulous plate of fajitas to arrive, when our fog-horn friend starts to loudly bellow a tale, that begins with the words, "Did I tell you about my barium enema?", at which point, my waitress places a small bowl of red-brown salsa in front of me, along with some chips.

I kid you not. His timing was impeccable. If you wrote this for an episode of Seinfeld, people would tell you it was too far-fetched.

He continued, "Yeah, three whole litres of the stuff....", as I tried with all my might to not listen. At this point, as the food was placed in front of me, I was unable to not hear, "...three nurses around me, with my ass stuck up in the air, facing the entire room...."

Eventually, they left, whilst I still had food to eat, but I'm left wondering just what level of sociopath does it take to conduct such a conversation, at fog-horn level, while all around him, innocent strangers are trying to eat?

However, whilst he was there, I came so close to leaning over and pointing out that, unlike him, some of us were still trying to eat, and that he should take his conversation and shove it where they put the barium.