Showbiz audiences should keep it quiet

The problem with today’s showbiz audiences in Britain is they are all suffering from delusions of grandeur.

They’ve been informed by so many patronizing pillock presenters that they are an ‘integral part of the show’ they truly are beginning to believe it.

They now begin to whoop and scream like brain-dead banshees at every given opportunity.

This habitual American import was bad enough at the end of a show or song, now we have to put up with these idiots whilst a performance is actually taking place.

Opening song lines are met with whoops and screams. Notes that are reached (oft-times only just!) are met with hysterical cheers and hoots.

These morons actually do believe that by reacting in this way they are somehow displaying their talent spotting ‘expertise’ and are all on a par with the professional critics who judge these events.

All are constantly trying to out scream each other.

These idiots no doubt go home to where the show has been recorded by a fellow family member and watch re run after re run, simply endeavoring to pick out their own individual scream. I mean how pathetic is that?

Can you imagine an Olivier or Gielgud delivering an immortal Shakespearian line only to be met by rapturous whoops and handclapping?

Or one of the tenors of Domingo status having his operatic aria punctuated by hysterical audience out pouring?

Of course not. This whole unpleasant exercise is not only thoroughly brainless, it also abominably rude and ignorant to both the artist and other more appreciative audience members alike.

What act in their right mind actually wants their following line of script or song totally obscured by noise blasting from the audience?

How can you tell a story when half of it is obscured by ranting idiots?

To my mind audiences should be informed at the outcome of a show to restrict their appreciation to the culmination of the song or piece of music.

This of course doesn’t extend to many variety acts that often contain a succession of individual feats of skill and talent; but the idea of ‘lend me your ears’ being drowned out by a rapturous reaction to ‘Friends Romans and countrymen’ leaves me stone cold.

Why don’t these idiots give us all a break and restrict their screams to the television in their front room, where the bulk of them probably spend most of their time anyway.

Tremendous reaction to my suggestion that you took a peek at Stacey Dooley on U Tube last week. I’ve another for you this.

Take a look at Ann Barnhardt. Dontcha just love her pink Kalashnikov?

Keep the faith.
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