dON'T SHOUT! i CAN'T HEAR YOU.....

For those of you who ever get the opportunity to visit London, I will take this time to recommend to you a visit to Bunhill Fields Burial Ground. There are some rather famous name of English literature buried there and it is a spot of tranquillity within the bustling heart of this town.

With an opening like that you may wonder where this is headed.... Read on if you want to know more.

This morning I had reason to be passing through Bunhill Fields, many pedestrians pass through on their way to and from their destinations as it's a convenient and calm cut through. As the path is not very wide (two people is fine, three don't quite fit side by side) I found myself walking behind a lady. Hmmm, "lady" may be the wrong word, "adult female" may be a better descriptor. She was on the mobile phone and it seems having some problems communicating with the individual on the other end of the line. During this communication break-down she could be heard to shout, quite loudly, (I did mention that Bunhill Fields is a calm and tranquil place didn't I?) those words which have caused me so much mirth:

"Don't shout, I can't hear you"

For those of you not familiar with the London pronunciation I can at best attempt to spell this out as follows:

"Dwaant shaaart, I caarn't ear ya"

After the success of the London 2012 Olympics and Paralympics, with friendly Londoner's everywhere welcoming people to the city, there's something heartening to see, that the ignorant imbecility that is perhaps a truer depiction of us (tarred with my own brush damn it!) is there to be found once more.