Returning from an averagely irritating morning in St.M's my usually peacefull homeward journey by bus was shattered by the loud jangling 'music' of a mobile phone.
"I'm on the bus" bawled the massive blond in front of me, "yeah, I know I did, but I was eld up wasn't I"?
Would have taken a crane to hold her up, was my less than generous thought.
I'm not gererally quite so sour, but i wanted a quiet journey in which to reflect on some of the morning's more challenging happenings and with 'rent-a-mouth' sitting in front of me that was not going to happen.
What is it about this infernal invention that encourages otherwise apparently normal people to become public address systems, hell-bent on passing all the most private pieces of information imaginable on to the world at large.?
The average walk in town will let you in to the most secret and personal (and unwanted) information about the day-to-day lives of everyone you pass whether you are interested or not.
"I'm in the supermarket, just by the pharmacy, what did you want again?"
"I'm not buying you those, you can get them yourself"
As she heads into the Ladies loo still talking, I wonder briefly just how far this running commentary will go.
All these people, at a quick glance. look perfectly normal, it is only on closer inspection, and when they briefly remove the gadget from the side of their heads that you realise their ears are much larger, much redder than they should be,
Will future children be born with ten fingers on each hand - the better to text- and Spock like ears large and pointed to accommodate the permanent phone-dock.
And, what about the rest of the population, will we have an in-built switch to turn off unwanted, intrusive mobile monologues from unknown passers-by?
Why must we have every bit of our own space invaded by other peoples' lives?
Interest in our fellow man is one thing, in-yer-face, live cinema is something else.
End of today's rant.