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As someone sitting in a PUB (no, not drinking alcohol) which resembles a nursery at this time of day, I can attest that mothers feeding the noisy little poop machines is the least of the venue's worries. It stops their gobs up for a start - pre-speech the things are unpleasantly and constantly squally and screechy.
The two worst offenders have just left, and I'm shaking my head like a dog coming out of a lake, trying to get my hearing back. Take babies to an event based on listening? No. Not until they create a device to project subtitles on real live speech.
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