My son has twice complained of people’s mobile phones going off at public concerts recently, although admittedly the most recent was at a Pink Floyd tribute band’s full performance of The Dark Side of the Moon, and it may have been part of the show.
No matter. ''I’m with you all the way'', The Tremolos in valuing the asset of keeping schtum, especially in libraries, next to me on the bus, and when watching many of today’s so called ''stand-up comedians'' on Live At The Apollo.
I must take issue however with your assertion that the absence of any noise is ''Golden''. For example, to the best of one’s knowledge, being very quiet indeed is not to be found smelted into very large bricks under armed guard at Fort Knox, nor is there a Federal Reserve of hush. One is also yet to see a tranquillity engagement ring tray in the windows of H. Samuel, or bulky lull jewellery adorning the necks and fingers of the many gangster rappers popular with schoolchildren and people in traffic jams.
Although my son informs me that you are not responsible for scribing this calm/flaxen conundrum, I have argued that, much like your lad’s claim to be the one and only (when in fact there are more of him on facebook) being penned by our mutual friend Mr. Kershaw, you are sadly an accessory after the fact.