When George Galloway was violently assaulted – rather than simply yelled at and jostled – I did not make sweeping generalisations about the British right or uncritical supporters of the Israeli government.
Since then, I've been yelled at a few more times about my shorts, most recently by a woman in a passenger seat of a van who angrily called my khaki shorts "hot pants".
"Good job last night, Nicola," shouted one man as supporters mobbed the first minister, their hands holding mobile phones aloft for that closeup moment; a woman near by yelled out: "You were wonderful".
I mean reactionary in the sense of, 'What's wrong with you!' Nobody wants to be yelled at.
Remember when the president addressed Congress in 2009, and Rep. Joe Wilson yelled "you lie!" Then-House Majority Leader Steny Hoyer said "I have never in my 29 years heard an outburst of that nature with reference to a president of the United States, speaking as a guest of the House and Senate".
Inexplicably, this enraged the attendant, who yelled at me for not handing it to her instead.
Irish diplomats remember their most effective talks with Mason when a justice minister forgot his manners and yelled: "But look here, what the hell are you going to do?" It was a negotiating style Mason understood.
The arena again erupted in cheers as one man in the audience yelled out "Modi the rock star!".
In Australia, where fans wore T-shirts with the maxim "In Guus we trust," yelled "Gooooooose" in his honour and the captain at the time of their successful run to the World Cup, Mark Viduka, enthused he was the nation's "missing link", it would be a popular choice.
At one point, he yelled at the judge, "Who are you?", while his fellow accused chanted "illegitimate", in reference to the validity of the court proceedings.
The headline on their front page yelled: "YOU THUG".
