Whaaattt?

Whoever decided it was a good idea to have at least one person playing a drum at a football match should have their head read. To say it drives me mad on TV coverage is a massive understatement .

 

Someone is playing a drum over the road from me, its getting monotonous, starts up every day around 9am and continues from time to time all through the day.

I think they need to be nuked.

 

There is a report in the most recent RHS Plant Review of a naturalised patch of Sarracenia purpurea in the Swiss Alps.

 

Here's Serena Williams telling David Letterman why she's never going to play a match against Andy Murray.

 

All sports seem to have decided we can't stay entertained without ear splitting music or other noise. I noticed it on televised horse racing recently.

And even the New Year Concert from Vienna - last time I watched it there were people blowing whistles in the audience. I've not bothered since.

 

Chess, bowls, archery, gymnastics, skiing and shooting are pretty much music free, dressage and ice dance have only the chosen music playing.

 

Like the last night of the Proms then, but you are only young once enjoy yourselves and remember these two events are mainly for the participants not the TV audience.

 

Got it: set up a play list, sync it with the New Year concert on the TV, turn the TV volume down, listen through your speaker system and watch the beautifully dressed dancers swirling around the ornate hall.
No different to watching the cricket on TV with the sound off and listening to the radio commentary.

 

I would be extremely unhappy if I forked out to attend either of those events in person and found someone blowing a whistle in my ear throughout.

Singing along to Rule Britania is a different matter.

 

History programs are particularly bad offenders, they tend to feature repetitive chanting or people just singing a sort of "ooo-oooo-ooo" noise which eventually makes me give up and switch off.

 

We don't have people playing drums but we do have cattle farting and bellching then when it feeding times we get theeeeeeeeeee straw choper if lucky it dosen't raining straw here with the wind

 

But you are not necessarily the target audience of these events.
As for the whistle in your ear, I'd move. Or give them your best Aunt Agatha stare.