ANISEED & LIQUORICE:
A woman talks loud in a crowded place, gives away the plot of
every film you were thinking of seeing. Too posh, too plum,
loving the sound of her own mouth, talking over the mouse woman
she kidnapped for company, watches too much TV. I’m glad she’s
not my wife, bull horn, fog horn, silver stamp on the handle of
her knife, never shuts up, God help us!