We live in increasingly noisy World Even in shops (once such quiet havens) We have wall to wall musak and mobiles Nowhere on Earth is ever free from them. The mad fobile moan of the mobile phone Is everywhere - on trains and on busses On the street and in the park and children As young as three can be heard using them. I never knew what a 'telephone' was Until I was sixteen when i started Work and even then it took me a while To realise the person on the line Was not in the next room but AMERICA! ! ! I vow never to own a MOBILE PHONE.