To mourn the lost art of whispering?

[PlaymobilPirate]

I'm at a holiday camp - thought I'd hate it but it's been great!

Except I've wanted to knee cap about a million people who don't know how to fucking whisper. Every show we've been to whilst here (comedy / panto/ loads of kids stuff) has been spoilt by shit parents who have talked through the whole thing.

Many are narrating (look Hayden, the nasty lady has horrid daughters, can you count Them? ONE, TWO, clever boy etc) at full fucking volume.

Then there's the adult fidgeters - 30 minute show and they're up and down buying sweets 3 times!

And don't even get me started on the standy fuckers... 200 kids behind them but their darling is in row 2 (sat on the floor) so they stand right by them blocking everything for everyone else.

Dh has spent the weekend expecting s punch as I've been shushing and asking people to bloody sit down. Is this the norm now???

They don't even need to whisper - just talking in 'normal' volume would be fine. But people shout and behave in selfish ways instead. This is one of the reasons why I prefer animals!

We went to see the Life of Brian years ago, West End, and it was wrecked by a (probable) grandmother, mother and 4 children. It was the grandmother who wrecked it the most! This is a theater, she was up and down as if she were in her own home. She repeated every bloody line until someone a few rows in front stood up and told her to shut up. She was passing sweets around, explaining jokes, shouting punchlines. All but one of the children were too young for the show imo (have no idea whether there were age restrictions but, well, it's Monty Python and quite adult in content!) and so boredom set in quite quickly and the seat kicking started.

In the interval drinks, grandmother took the children to the bar and caused chaos there as well. After faffing about and ordering drinks (several changes of minds and loud tuts because they didn't have what the children wanted) and being told the price (luckily for the barman you paid before they got the order if you hadn't preordered) she exclaimed that she wasn't going to pay such prices and asked for 6 tap waters "and they better be free!" The tap water getting held up the queue and some people han't been served by the time the bell went for the show to begin again.

In the second half, a guy whose seat was being kicked went ballistic. It was noticed from the stage!

We went straight home after the show and rebooked so we could watch it properly. We lived in London. Other people wouldn't have the opportunity to do that.

To this day I wonder why the "mother" didn't do anything.