To think people are LOUD for no reason...just because they like the sound of their own voice?

[MrsWinnibago]

Went to a place yesterday which is where monkeys roam free in a forest. You can walk amongst them as long as you don't approach.

Before you go in, you're told not to scream, yell or startle them in any way.

Everyone wandering quietly when one monkey swings over our heads on a tree branch and some woman HAS to go "WAAAAAAA!" even though it was metres away.

WHY!

All the monkeys were terrified and ran off. Poor things.

They came back again after a bit but really?

Oh just remembered we were on a steam train the other week 4 couples with no volume control cursing swearing lewd jokes and I heard one of the men shout out fuck me jean has her tits out jean pipped up oh well its hot and the breeze cools them

You'd be surprised / delighted at what some of the very naice twin setters do / say when riled. It is one of the best things about the place - if you have the patience to put up with the very, very naice, flicky hairedness of the younger set.

Twin setters - way past 60 years old, genteel but with a big bite. Not to be messed with.

Flicky Hair - ex Ladies College (wannabes) who try too hard. Only shop in that place that repeats each part of its name and love the over priced tat shops. Wouldn't be seen dead straying onto the high Street. It's The Prom or nothing. The most extreme don't make it any lower than the Queens and won't be seen outside Montpellier (for those who are local )

I went in 'Lemur wood' in Cricket St Thomas - near Chard (any child of the 80s in SW England finds it impossible to not add that bit!) and we were told to be quiet and not try to touch any of the lemurs. Some knobs tried to stroke them, feed them ice-cream and made loads of noise.

I abided by all the rules but I love lemurs and ended up with about 30 pictures of lemurs with me creeping in the background, grinning inanely and looking like some kind of disturbed mammal stalker who photo bombed the lemur family day out.

Proper chuckling at you MrsBolden

I go to a parents group at school. They do loads of different activities. One Mum always makes an excuse to leave if she doesn't fancy the activity. Fine, except she will go round the whole group doing that ridiculous really loud whispering "sorry, yeah, got to go to Morrisons, see you later, sorry going to just pop to Morrisons, I can't stay, sorry, OK? Just nipping to Morries, I'll be here next week..."
It's really disruptive and everyone can hear her, I feel like saying just fuck off to the supermarket then. Instead I just sup my tea through pursed lips.

My SiL is one of those irritating sorts. At the weekend we were all the in laws. DS is teething and grumpy and was being difficult to settle. After a while he managed to doze off, as soon as I put him down SiL comes in screeching and woke him up. It happened 5 more times. It was like she enjoys the drama of everyone telling her to shut up and go away. One time she actually came in to tell us all about a frog at the top of her voice. She's 30

I once had the misfortune to be trapped on a coach to a horsey event with Mrs Posh and Loud, and her young daughters. They whiled away the time on the way back by playing The Parsons Cat.
Apparently the game consists of thinking of words beginning with A, then B etc, and attributing them to said cat.

So for instance someone might go "The parsons cat is an angry cat" and the next person goes "the parsons cat is an athletic cat" and so on until they run out of As and have to move on to B.

So yeah. Imagine sitting in a quiet coach at night, with three loud, braying voices going "The Parsons Cat is a WHIMSICAL cat!" at the tops of their voices. Just in case the people in the back row were in any doubt about what extensive vocabularies they had.

Torturous.

It's not always attention seeking. I've been reprimanded many times over the years for speaking too loudly. It really upsets me because it's due to my disability. The cumulative effect is that I've become much more withdrawn and pretty much non-verbal.

Argh. I used to work with someone who was like this. Constant singing, laughing, talking to herself and anyone nearby, really loud voice. Drove me spare.

I was at Carluccio's in Bicester. DH and I were having a coffee and in comes a pair of women and one of them (think Jennifer Archer on speed) brayed away in a loud voice shattering the sunshine and calm. Just why she thought she needed to impress DH and me I do not know.

at the Parson's Cat. Though it would have pissed me off trapped on a coach with it.

God, queuing for the London Aquarium a couple of weeks ago.

Hot day, a 1 hour queue (I'd had enough after 5 minutes and was ready to pack the whole idea in to be honest), half the time was outside in full sun, the other half inside crammed into small, stuffy area.

I was hot, bored and had a splitting head ache

2 men standing right next to each other in the queue having a very loud, shouted at a million bloody decibels conversation about diesel engines.

I wanted to kill them and the aquarium is overpriced and definitely not worth an hours queuing

MarkWright - you can't imagine the horror.

And it was one of those situations where it was so OBVIOUSLY attention seeking/show offy, you know?

Anyone normal would have been able to play the game quietly enough so that only the seats nearby could hear. But noooo. These people were in the front third of the coach and the people at the back could hear every word.

People were exchanging glances and looking clearly pissed off/uncomfortable and there were some younger kids trying to doze. But as far as Posh Loud Family were concerned, we were all clearly desperate to hear them.

It would have been laughable if it hadn't been so annoying.

I often wonder if these types think they are displaying effortless superiority when in fact it's incredibly effortful and a sign of social insecurity.

Dh and I went to a local restaurant to celebrate my birthday. A group of five people sat at the other end of the restaurant and we could hear every single word of their conversation. I think they mistook themselves for the entertainment.

It spoilt the night for me although the food was lovely. I am unsure if I will return as they may be regulars and the staff did nothing to reduce the noise.

I hate loud parenting. A mother at my dc school is known for this;
"Poppy, we are going to the shops then mummy will take you to ballet".

"Yes, Indigold can come and play tomorrow night. I will cook a nice tea".

"Shall we meet at the park then go for coffee?" - directed at two of the mothers whilst the other 20 odd look on.

OP, YANBU - the world is far too full of gobshites of every kidney.

Mind you, you do have to feel slightly sorry for loud, posh families, though. They don't have much of an outlet for swanking their intellectual superiority now that Ask The Family isn't on any more...

THE PARSON'S CAT IS A QUIET CAT! you obnoxious annoying twits

...was probably running through most people's minds on your coach journey from hell Kate.

Haha yes I wish someone had had the guts to say that Mark....

Sheesh - when we play it is always the minister's cat! But I promise you I have only played it in our own car on long journeys. I am most decidedly not a Mrs Posh and Loud.

While I dislike loud, attention seeking people at least as much as anyone else on this thread I just wanted to ask the OP if she is absolutely sure that this woman was screaming for effect and not because she was genuinely startled. Yes I know, why would you go in a monkey enclosure if you are scared of monkeys, but it might have taken her by surprise.

I will own up to making a complete tit of myself by shrieking loudly once in public when the attraction we had gone to see did exactly what the attraction was meant to do. (A geyser in Iceland.) I have also been amazingly calm and British stiff upper lip when an "attraction" turned out to be unexpectedly alarming. (Having my map eaten and my feet pecked by a vulture at a French zoo) I guess you don't always know how you are going to react at the time.

We have one of these lives behind us. It's a nightmare every summer weekend when her children and grandchildren come to visit - they aren't noisy but granny goes into overdrive.....I thought the 1st born was called 'YOO HOO, WAY HAY, DAVE (or what ever the last bit was) because you NEVER heard her say his name without that prefix....or at any other noise level......

Sadly the majority of Chelt natives I've met are the loud, flappy, dyed blond decidedly middle class kind nomama. "Oohh yeah and she was like yeah and I was like yeah and it was totes amaze you muuuuust come next time. Love youuuuu darl mwah". I'm sure their own voices make them orgasm they love themselves so much. Vom. Give me TOWIE-alikes anyday

I am turning into that Catherine Tate character who shrieks when anything happens, every time my phone rings I go "Ohhhh!!" - must drive people barmy.

That made me laugh balloon my yougest dd is like that character the other day a brush faling on the floor had her shrieking and jumping in the air

Anna, Oh yes! They the the ones I describe as The Flicky Hairs. So very Ladies College Superior Blend.

The TOWIEness of this one was so very unexpected, the very detailed personal information, nasty stuff, made her stand out. I must have managed to filter the mwah mwah of the indigenous breed out

I've not been here all that long so the mwah mwah fakers stand out to me hope I dont become one. Love the description of the Flicky Hairs!