I hate using my phone in public. Mainly because I'm hyper sensitive to sounding like Dom Joly and looking like a general twat. I believe everyone else should be wary of this too, though if your conversation is either a) at a normal volume or b) interesting enough to ear-wig on, then fill your boots I say.
So imagine how pissed I am now:
I'm sat on the train and have just had to terminate a call because I couldn't hear the woman on the other end. Why? Because the man opposite me is shouting into his phone so loudly it's drowning out the noise of the train, the boy with the loud headphones and the crying baby (who incidentally woke up after his call started).
For god's sake man, it's a mobile phone, akin to the one at home in every sense other than it's mobility. Would you bray into your land-line causing the next door neighbour to bang on the wall and complain? No.
So get a little phone etiquette. We don't care that you've stopped smoking and your voice is going and I really don't need to know what time you're going to be arriving at your little meeting: stop bloody shouting into your phone. Its a sophisticated little device able to amplify your nasal twang enough for your caller to hear you.
It is NOT a pair of yoghurt pots and a piece of string!
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