I'm cheerfully walking down a well trodden field path when I am hailed by a geezer from his entirely separate garden (couple of acres attached to very expensive house):
Him: "excuse me the foot path is over there (gestures)"
Me: are you the landowner?
Him: well, no.
Me: shrugs and walks on
him: (tirade of abuse at me as I walk)
We need more guillotines in this country, that's all I'm saying