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I know about it and if I wanted to know more about it, I would have bloody well asked you so I can hear you go off on some tangent with your oots and ochs and other gobbledygook that will cause me to stare at you strangely.
Of course, this never seems to stop nosy cows from telling me things like "You need to know about these dreams" and "You can't sleep on a pile of newspapers" and "Why don't you ever empty your own rubbish bin" blah blah bloody blah naggedy nag.
So please, enlighten me you scientific smart arse.