Noise Addicts

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Noise Addicts – people who have to have some kind of noise in the background constantly, from dusk till dawn.

Let’s picture an example. They get up and first thing put the radio on, loud, while they prepare themselves for work, they will drive to work listening to the radio, and have the radio on in the office at work, they will then drive home listening to the radio and when they get home they will have the tv on and probably fall asleep to it.

I like music, and I like tv, but I don’t have it on in the background for the sake of it. I like tunes loud in the car sometimes. But I don’t need or want noise all the time, in fact I need some peace and quiet every day really. What is it with these morons, do they need to drown out the reality of their own pathetic existence?

Here are some further notes …

Work

Music is appropriate at some places of work, particularly while doing manual labour. However when you have a technical or administrative job that requires concentration, mostly quiet is better.

For example I used to work in an office with a lot of people in it, and as what was supposed to be some kind of treat, they stuck a bunch of shitty radios (or worse used laptop speakers?!) around so we could have the radio on at Christmas time. What this turned out to be was so we could listen to about 30% of the women in the office singing along at varied volumes while trying to work. What was the point of this? If it is a distraction why do it, if it is a benefit then why not do it all the time? What is going on in the minds of the turds who’s idea this was.

Radio 1

Why do a large percentage of grown women, and a smaller percentage of grown men (I’m talking over 40) listen to Radio 1? As my colleague at work points out when asked why he doesn’t listen to Radio 1, it’s because he is grown up. But worse, people (usually women over 30 for some deranged reason) actually criticise and attempt to shame people who listen to Radio 2 or some talk radio station because it’s “boring” or “sad”. These mental patients really need to go back to the playground or grow the fuck up. Radio 1 is for children, it’s that fucking simple.

TV

Why the fuck is the TV always on, when you’re there, in the other room, when you go out?! Any why is it so fucking loud? Hello?! Is there anyone in there?!?! (Imagine Biff Tannen knocking on their head like he did in Back to the Future).

In an operating theatre?!

I have saved the best till last. I went to day surgery the other day to have a biopsy, I had never had one before but it turned out to be more serious and take more time than I expected. I ended up having to put some gown on, wait in some kind of ward, have things measured etc. I had to get them to extend my parking ticket because I didn’t realise it would take so long.

So imagine my surprise, now in the operating theatre, when this apparently serious procedure is accompanied by pop music. They are going to cut bits out of me, they asked me if I was allergic to anything literally 4 times and checked my identity 3 times (not for my benefit of course), and they proceeded to inject me and remove bits of me, and the fucking radio was on. Shouldn’t they be removing distractions? I asked them if it was for my benefit, apparently it was! Why are children running our institutions?

Even more amusingly, and I fucking kid you not, I was in there for about 20 minutes and 2 of the songs that played were, and really no kidding, “Losing my Religion” by REM and “What if God Was One of Us” by Alanis Morisette or some similar pseudo folk singer from the 90s. I did wonder if I was actually awake when I left.

Summary

These people are cunts.

If you need this amount of meaningless noise to quell the voices in your head constantly there is something wrong with you and I don’t want to be around you, or have you influencing my life at all.

Fuck off.

Nominated by Cunting Rank Wags

32 thoughts on “Noise Addicts”

  1. There were no ghetto blasters in the cotton fields so why all this rap crap drill shite?

    LBC says the latest fnick stabbed to death was a drill rap artist. See, not all aspiring architechts, then!

    • Drill was his hobby. His day job was brain surgery.

      And why the fuck am I having to sign in every time?

  3. When there is no external stimuli there is silence. There’s nothing else to do except think. Even if you are only having a wank you still have to think. People don’t like thinking, it’s fucking hard (not talking about wanking again.) Empty heads need to be filled and our lords and masters give us plenty of things to fill them with.
    Noise addicts are simply people who have limited intelligence who’s attention span has been broken down by constant visual and audio stimuli.
    Remember when you used to go to the doctors or dentists and you used to leaf through the magazines in the waiting room? What do you get now? Fucking TV screens tuned into the fucking BB fucking C ! That’s my point right there. QED.
    By the way, I agree, anyone who listens to Radio 1 and is over 12 years old needs to take a long look at themselves.

    • Correct Freddie. The brain-dead cunts need input noise to fill their empty heads. Men who bring radios as well as tools to work on people’s houses have always annoyed me. And probably annoyed their neighbours too, but they don’t seem to give a fuck.

  4. I’ve only tolerated it when one the old codgers have had the cricket or races on, have “accidentally” broke quite a few work radios over the years.

  5. Can’t stand this modern monkey music. It should be confined to the dark continent. Definitely noise pollution.

    • A good cunting this. I particularly agree with the bit about women who have to warble on with any music that’s going on. It is always done in the same way as well half of the words missed out or wrong and in a high pitched whine. Annie Lennox – sanctimonious leftard cunt – is a particular favourite of these brain dead cunts.

  6. The LBC dialogue yesterday with Sheelah and various young apologists for drill was fucking embarrassing. With a cumulative iq of 100 between 4 people they simply could not realize that drill is merely an extension of a lifestyle they all choose to play and reinforce. It’s not music or art created to elevate ones spirit, it’s fucking garbage.

    • Where I work They have the radio on in between stations so all you hear is static, and the cunts don’t even notice.

  7. Worked on innumerable sites, painting cartoon murals, for years. Worst thing was the chipper chippy whistling along over every track on the obligatory site radio. What a fantastic addition to Bohemian Rhapsody, to have a whistling solo for all and sundry to enjoy. I’m all for switching off the radio, just for a change every so often – none of the empty headed fuckwits were in agreement with me.

    I’m 55….. today !

  8. My pet hatred noisy twats especially the fecking radio, makes me fecking dangerous with rage . I have in past asked for a tosser to turn the noise down and get this the cunt said i was selfish because i didnt want my life polluted by his shite music he couldnt see he was the selfish twat, i asked twice with no result third fecking time i smashed the radio to bits with a broom handle , that shut the fecker up. I can almost guarantee that if you asked these noisy selfish cunts what was the last tune the radio played they wouldn’t have a clue , twats. Noisy loud radios are where it starts, the ignoring of others right to peace ends up in anti social behaviour and rioting.

  9. I had a lad working with me who always put the radio to Radio 1 whenever he used the pick-up. Drove me fucking mad because I struggled to get it back to a normal programme.
    However his finest was when,before he went on a fortnights holiday,he changed the route-finder thing so that it spoke in Finnish or Dutch,some such fucking language. He knew that I had a lot of jobs to go and look at and that I struggled with even getting the fucking to work, never mind having it bellowing at me in some foreign tongue.

    Cunt.

  10. My misaphonia is triggered by several noise types – dogs licking themselves is one. That fucking incessant glopping and slurping noise of the tongue makes me want to kick any dog in the nuts/cunt with my boot.

    Steve Wright in the afternoon on R2 is another. I simply can’t understand that self-congratulatory cheering and applause on his show. Cunt must think he is premier league but he really is a smarmy piece of monkey shit. Cuntwipe.

    • Spot on Paul, proper made me laugh there.

      I have a brilliant Labrador, genuinely a fantastic friend but fuck me the noshing noises he makes drive me insane at times.

      And Steve Wright is a Plutonian grade fat cunt who’s cuntitude is evenly matched by that fucking sidekick cunt of his who you just know is smiling like a Cheshire Cat every time he speaks.

      Cunts

  12. I’ve always had some sort of low-level noise on in the background, be it TV or radio. As a van driver in my first job I was forced to listen to Radio 1 as the old heap of shit couldn’t receive anything remotely interesting but otherwise I have never willingly listened to it. During exam revision I found that a bit of background noise forced me to concentrate on the work at hand otherwise I had a massive tendency to, almost immediately, start daydreaming about pretty much anything else and that has carried through to the present day. However, if I need to really focus, it has to be quiet.

  13. When so many professionals seem incapable of holding a tune, amateurs trying to sing is shit-curdling.

    It is said that Fanny Like A Mineshaft sings when she is in the sack; I should like direct evidence of this, purely for musical research purposes. MILF, and she’s only a few miles from me.

    One song I REALLY don’t want to hear is “Treesa’s coming home”…

  14. Happy Birthday !

    Carry on being a mis old git like me (I’m 56), post here regularly…

    Go out for some liquid refreshment, and cool down by offloading some boiling piss onto a snowflake !

  16. Finally got fed up with all of the gay,lesbian, transgendered, native indian genocide, surviving depression stories that is the staple of CBC radio out here, and switched the fucking thing off.Around the same time my overhead projector TV drew its last breath and there I was knee deep in silence.
    It took a few days but I began to realize how much all that shit had a negative effect on my thinking, I became, right in front of my dear wife’s eyes, a really pheasant plucker.
    Now I can concentrate more keenly on cunts who need cunting , the only noise in my life is good noise. I play some really good Texas music when I want to, Allison Krause, Dixie Chicks,Steve Earle and Nanci Griffith , pure melody music.
    Heck even you-know-who’s nagging doesn’t sound so bad now that the garbage has been eliminated.
    If I need a dose of depression then I just put on Leonard Cohen and it’s a depression you can enjoy!.
    The only things I watch on the remaining TV that works are Jeopardy, the Tour de France and the occasional golf tournament but Golf is hanging by a thread because of the interminable ads. That TV, incidentally, is usually commandeered by my treasure and her Mom for the Chinese channels.
    Silence truly is golden

  17. Noisy cunts are the bane of my life. I have a condition called hyperacousis which makes me extremely sensitive to certain frequencies, background noise and repetitive noise. I work in a very technical IT field and need absolute silence when I’m focused on doing something. Most people think their office is an extension of the social circle and treat it as such. So fucking sick of the cunts who play music in their cubes, or insist on using speakerphone for every fucking call, or leave their cell ‘phone on their desk then fuck off to a 3 hour meeting so we have to listen to it ringing over and over again, or (and I kid you not – I’ve witnessed this personally) clip their finger and/or toe nails in their cube.

    Then we have the ‘drive-by’ crowd. You know the sort. Cunt A stops by cunt B’s desk for some bullshit reason. Quickly the brief business conversation turns to what was on telly last night, the match on Saturday, how little Johnny cunt is in a school play, where they’re going on vacation next month, what a twat the boss is. On and on and on and on and on and on. FFS – I’m trying to work!!!!

    Then we have the cunts who WERE walking past your cube, but then see Sandra from accounts. So they stop in the walkway and talk shit for 25 minutes ON COMPANY TIME, right next to my cube while I’m trying to solve a tricky technical issue. At this one company, I would stand up so they could see me above the cube wall and just stare at them. Wait for it……NO REACTION!!!! They just carry on as if I’m not there. This particular company had literally dozens and dozens of small meeting rooms. Not once would these cunts think one of those might be a more appropriate venue to discuss absolutely fucking nothing.

    Admittedly I do have a condition which most people don’t, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to goof off and in so doing adversely affect the productivity of others. Of course, management are on top of this at all times and make sure their people have what they need to do a good job. Oh wait…..yeah, that never happens. And if YOU say anything, then you’re the bad guy, you’re the one with a problem, you’re the one who’s not a team player. Fuck right off. Do your fucking job. Allow me to do mine. And fuck right off again. You cunts.

  18. In my first year of university I was in a hall with a load of laddish types who often stayed up late drinking and playing fifa and all that. Lovely lads but certainly incredibly noisy.

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