Let's be honest, it's comparable with that of a goldfish. And that's being generous.
Why? too much attention as children? inate lack of intelligence from an early age, exaccerbated by the fact that the only books you can find out here are ones featuring pictures of the stone age pub in Ayia Napa, along with handy directions from the Airport. Oh shit, that's a pamphlet, doesn't count. Damn.
My point? Well, the following is indicative of a MUCH greater trend.
I was in the larnaca cineplex cinema recently, you know, to watch a film. Generally what people do when they visit the cinema. Kind of works well, as they show films there, and you pay money to go into a large, dark room to watch it and listen to the lyrics (I mean dialogue ,oops).
So I sit down, and the trailers come and go. Movie begins, and there's this strange noise.
That's right. It's the f**ing morons sitting all around me gassing away to eachother. Listen c*ck features, the bars, pubs and cafes are that way into town. Why have you followed me here to talk bo**ocks in my ear for the next two hours while I'm trying to watch the film?
Why?
a) whatever they are talking about is utterly unimportant and inconsequential - and besides, cant it wait for just a couple of hours? is it really that important to talk during the film.
b) amazingly enough, some people present wish to watch the film in peace and be able to hear the script between the cast. Adds focus and colour to the whole film viewing experience.
Then, the next fire cracker up my ass appears. Mobile phones.
Out they come like Isreali helicopters at a Fatah convention... that piercing glow from the screen, several losers texting away like demons possessed. Then the ring tones - what a great time to choose the right one for you!
never ceases to amaze me. Surrounded by a veritable jungle of utter utter cretins, with zero manners, social mores or grace. or should I say, common sense.
What added the cherry on the cake was the usher who came in and out the room like a mother trying to catch his son having a wank.
He left the door ajar, just enough to allow the racket from the corridor to fill up the room like smoke from a 1982 Toyota pick up. Rather than throw out the offenders, he realised he was 17 and thought better of it. Just stood there, hunching his shoulders like someone has just rammed a red hot poker up his arse.
Why, Why , Why do I bother.