Get a life you lot!

One of the worst places to endure people using them is on the train, where they carry on vacuous conversations that have meaning for them alone.

My husband and I travelled back from Chichester to Shoreham last week.

We found our 35-minute journey completely spoiled by two women who yapped into their mobiles for the entire time.

One was relaying the minutiae of losing her phone (unfortunately, not the one she was using); the other told someone the intricate details of her love life and travels as a tour rep. Riveting to her, but a huge bore for us.

What amuses me is that when there is an application to build a phone mast near a school, everyone is up in arms about it.

This is a joke because, nowadays, most young children possess a mobile of their own.

I cannot recall the same fuss being made if a mast is to be sited next door to an old people's home.

And how many people of advancing years in accommodation are likely to have a mobile, anyway?

So it appears not to matter if the elderly are subjected to the risks of radiation from the mast '“ hardly a fair equation, in my view.

Jill Cowles

Freehold Street

Shoreham