Yep, to quote the 1984 diary entry of someone not a million miles from where I sit:
" ... had I but waited for half an hour before that second cookie, I might've realised I wouldn't be needing it for some weeks. My knack of making a complete dingo's breakfast of things only before sizeable and important audiences has apparently not only accompanied me across the globe, but has thrived on its travels. Today I loudly comforted a sweetly distressed life-long member of Congress-I with the assurance that Gandhi deserved all she got, megaphonically advised two monstrous Feyenoord skinheads that if Rotterdam wasn't the arsehole of the world you could certainly see it from there, and was (partially) awakened from a deep sleep atop some rubbish bins by two rather indignant members of the constabulary. And all at Grand Central Station during rush hour. The wages of premature mastication are harsh indeed.
Am resolved to make for Belgium under cover of darkness."
Take thee heed, Douglas! Rob.