This is a little message to the bloke with the megaphone.
I don’t know where you are, but you’ll be easy enough to find.
I don’t care if it’s a happy sports day for the children.
I don’t care if you are making lots of people very happy.
You are not making me very happy.
I don’t care if you have permission to hold an event.
You don’t have my permission.
You are disturbing my Saturday morning.
You are too loud.
Turn the fucking thing down so I [and everyone else in a ten mile radius] can’t hear you.
Unless, of course you want to know what it feels like to have a megaphone inserted.