Thursday, December 11, 2008
I am killing time reading Private Eye in a pub in Soho when some youngish, affluent people come in. One of them is a beefy girl who stands at the bar thinking for a moment and then starts ordering, complete with footnotes and digressions. Her voice is so loud that I and the other lonely drinkers reflexively attempt to cover our ears with our shoulders. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I can't shout as loud as that. I have to leave. Outside on the pavement she is still clearly audible. How do people get through life without discovering they are deafening everybody in the immediate vicinity? The loud or, more insidious, penetrating voice is an appalling handicap. Is there no caring body to which these people can turn? It would make a most moving subject for a Radio 4 Appeal delivered by Stephen Fry.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 5:56 pm