Good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on where you are on the planet. Welcome to ill-advised by Bill Nye, and the clue is in the title. My advanced age in no way guarantees a sophisticated worldview. If I at any point start sounding profound or like I know what to do, especially in terms of relationships,

call a cat. Really, this is an invitation to squander time, probably with the kettle on,

if you can get your arm up the spout, as my grandmother used to say. But thank you for all the

questions, and I know that really it's just a cry for help. So it doesn't matter whether I know what to do or not.

Let's have a listen.

Good evening, Bill. Margot here from Vienna.

My question is, how to react when having lunch on your own, minding your own business,

and then suddenly someone comes and decides to join you. Thank you for your

health with that. Margo, it's unforgivable for anybody to join you at lunch. It should be

a crime. I'm never joined by anybody for lunch. There are maybe three or four occasions in my whole life where

anybody has actually sat down at the table. I mean, people do come up and talk to me because of my

job, but very few of them have ever sat down at the table with me while they're doing it.

On the few occasions when they have, I immediately stand up as a deterrent.

I eat lunch almost always, when I do eat lunch, I'm not good at lunch, but I eat out all

of the time.

I have my breakfast in a cafe and I have my dinner in a restaurant every night.

And I always have.

And when I was younger, it would be

when I was on tour and stuff, it would be like a pie and a pint and with a book. And it's a big

part of my reading life because I read at breakfast and I read at lunch if there is one and I read

at dinner for sure. So I don't want to be disturbed. One of the dangers is that if

you go into a certain restaurant, people who don't read feel that however interesting your book is,

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