I went to an unplugged session last night - pretty standard performers - playing their guitars and singing songs to the floor in front of their feet. And above all, that with their backs to the performers, a group of the hyper garrulous. They had heard it all before I guess.

I made it my mission (the only non musician of the night) to shut them up and make them listen - I launched into my schtick and they shut up - it helped that I stood right next to them at appropriate moments - and the chief garrulee, a middle class woman turned to listen and shushed her compadres.

The moral (if there is one)? Be proud of your work, don't be afraid to confront the ignorant and take a tin of Strepsils with you ?

Weren't you brave!

And how do you identify a 'middle class woman'? I'm intrigued.

She had the twang of someone from a posh part of town, she was middle class - or aspiring ?
She spoke of Audis and the Pony Club :)
Not brave really - nobody has hit me yet ?

I have seen many persons who look very expensive/stylish/'posh' who blow the boat right out of the water with speech that is barely understandable. In fact, not understandable at all in the wider circle of society.

The subject matter is a good clue, yes.

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