Again, Roarky you make great points.  However, this one is a bit short on
brains.  Perhaps if the room were configured lengthwise instead of widthwise and a prisoner sat way in the back
and didn’t get an upclose look at the effects of alcohol’s wear and tear on a
nearly 60-year-old, totally out of shape, rich, never-worked-a-day-in-his-life,
eighth-grade dropout, it might have a somewhat calming effect on Irish muggers, murderers and rapists [perhaps].  But perhaps his “education”
program works because it’s once again just that perfect combination of awesome baritone, beautiful Queen’s English, and saying
nothing much except “hi” that is so hypnotizing. 
Perhaps it's just a chance for the prisoners to get out of the cell for a few minutes of peace and quiet from the wankers everywhere there.  That squeaky cute voice alone, a nice lilting giggle and some silk, laundered, white kurta and pajama
outfits did the trick when he was 13 in the old, bearded hippy days in his tent in the foothills.  Fool me one, fool me twice.  I dunno know how that thing goes.  Love you anyway