Noise.

Noise

Forgive me for asking the question but as my mind tends not to always work in what might be termed the conventional manner, I had a thought about noise and the sound omitted from most babies. I very much doubt if anyone has ever wondered if the noise a screaming crying baby makes actually annoys the baby quite as much as it does some adults, I assume not, for if it was as annoying for the baby, it would surely stop.

I am hoping my previous sentence has not upset too many parents of young children, or of course it may have struck a cord with them and caused them to wonder the same thing.

Modern youth can make a horrendous noise just chatting to each other, mostly because they haven’t developed the etiquette of polite conversation, where those participating will take it in turns to enter the fray, unlike the more modern version where everyone talks at the same time, until the noise level is such that I’m amazed anybody can hear what they’re saying.

Odd how when one is young one craves loud music, often witnessed when a young person passes in his motor car, the bass so loud you can see the car body flexing with the beat. When you’re young you watch motor racing, the unsilenced cars so loud as to cause permanent damage to your ear drums.

Then, with the passing of time you become an old codger and you start making noise by watching the television so loud due to the damage inflicted earlier in your life, that the windows shake and then falling asleep in your chair you start snoring with such volume the neighbours come round to complain.

Interestingly, it would seem we are all able to make noise from cradle to grave and during the course of our lives we have the ability to annoy virtually everyone at some time or another and to those who may have taken offence, I apologise.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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