Well, maybe the people that quite selfishly sit on public transport delighting us with aural delights such as a screeching cat singing over the top of some bass beats from the tinny speakers of their mobile phones.
I’ve been getting more and more annoyed at this social menace recently and today read a fantastic letter in the Manchester Evening News:
THIS is a message to all those people (mostly teenage girls) who insist on sharing their rubbish taste in r&b hip hop with all the passengers on the 216 bus route every day, via their mobile phones. If you must listen to what sounds to the rest of us like foul-mouthed wasps trying to get out of a jar, then why donâ€™t you also strap a satellite dish to your back, don a polyester shellsuit and fake Burberry cap, half a dozen cheap gold earrings and a naff tattoo and achieve your goal of being a total chav?Â One day, when youâ€™re an old bint like me, youâ€™ll say to yourself â€˜what was I thinking?â€™Meanwhile, Iâ€™m seriously thinking of buying a mouth organ so I can listen to my own music instead.Â I wonder if other passengers would appreciate my taste in music?
Put old heads on young shoulders, Manchester
Well done sir/madam for rightly pointing this out to the people of Manchester.
All that’s left to say is that I would encourage those of the general public who are fed up of these youngsters to actually say something and let them know how annoying their actions are.