I’m a highly insensitive person, which means that I’m rarely perturbed by aural excitement. I love public noise, the sound of the crowd. I would never want double-glazed windows – and I even like the sound of drills and construction because I enjoy living in a boomtown where lots of people want to be. The only noise I don’t like is that of children screeching in restaurants, pubs and bars, but that’s because I don’t believe they should be there in the first place; I love noisy adults in restaurants, having the time of their lives. Little dogs barking in these places I don’t mind – but not big ones as they look like they’re showing off. I like quiet in libraries – and that’s about it.
There certainly seems to be a lot more complaints about noisy fun that there used to be
I especially like public music, whether blaring in cars or murmuring in elevators, but especially by water; house music by swimming pools, indie music from transistors on the shore, chill-out music in beach bars.

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