Just had my first, that I can recall, DEKWWA (Does EVERYONE Know Who We Are) experience.
Arriving into the lounge in Dublin, doing my usual of finding the darkest, quietest spot available. My hatred of phones not on silent is something I'm unable to describe with words, but this is my reason for avoiding everyone. I digress.

Enjoyed a nice 5-7 minutes of thoughtful quiet before a middle-aged couple take the table next to mine. Both phones with audible text alerts and ringtones set (this became apparent within the first 3 minutes of their arrival. VERY apparent).
Lady receives a call which I could hear the person on the other end from approx 2 metres away. She obviously couldn't, so then set it to full blast loudspeaker. I didn't mean to, but I instinctively shot her a cold glance which I immediately felt bad for. I felt even worse when the person on the other end then said "well Happy Birthday" to my new neighbour. For that, I genuinely do feel bad. Sorry to you if you're reading this.
Anyway, that call ends and then more people arrive to 'my' corner.
I took an exploratory walk to the other end of the lounge to assess for a peaceful zone and, to my surprise, found plenty of, albeit less comfy, seats. I then moved to that end of the lounge.

The above is all irrelevant to this thread, just purely so you know my tolerance isn't quite what it could've been by the time the DEKWWA arrives.

So I'm enjoying more alone time and people come along to the table I'm now sat at.
Immediately, I wonder if they work inside a jet engine as they both insist on shout-talking at a volume completely unsuitable for human consumption.
Man dashes to get his lady a wine from the bar. A flamboyant "CHEERS" and I think "they'll settle down shortly.
A few minutes of, what i considered, awkward conversation about the trip they've just been on and then back to reality - discussion about work and what they'll do once they get back home. Neither accent was southern, but not knowing the BA routes available from Dublin, my fear was escalating that they would be on my flight to Heathrow.
Then things got really bad. First was him going over to the food counter to appraise the options avilable. This followed by, from at least 12m away, "DO YOU WANT SOME FOOD? REMEMBER WE'LL BE FED ON THE FLIGHT - WE'RE FLYING CLUB". ​​​Lady politely declines.
Man returns with food, plonks it down and the riveting conversation resumes.
Lady details that she has a 3 hour hair appointment tomorrow (I have no idea if that's a boast or not. My barber takes 10 minutes) and he can borrow the car to "pick up his parcel". This hair appointment is necessary because "I have a VIP meeting tomorrow".
Man then humbly accepts use of car.

Things go on, always at a decibel level akin to Woodstock.
After the mention of a multitude of different expenditures, man says one thing Lady can do is "no more 50 grand cars for teenagers". Lady replies "well I don't have any more teenagers now". This was the first time I felt any fondness to either of them, as that 'matter of fact' response, completely missing the point he was raising, amused me mildly. This fondness soon passed.

I should stress I had no intention of posting about them at this point. Some people have insecurities about different things and, if it makes them feel better about themselves, boast all you want. It doesn't harm me, unless you count cringing as harm.

But then!
I walk to the gate, enjoying the (relative to the lounge) peace and quiet of the terminal and all the security announcements. This is the best 5 minutes I've had a for a while, at this point.

I arrive to a very poorly policed gate, with the priority line already queued out to the main walkway. As a result, staff were escorting passengers with young children around both lanes as they couldn't access either.
I stand back, thinking I'll just see how it develops. I am group 1 (DYKWIA?). Row 2, and only a backpack, so no need for an overhead, therefore no rush for me to board.
As i join the line, a confused looking, non-english speaking man stops me to ask for help "do i go now?" or something along those lines. I stop, momentarily, to help him identify his group number. Group 7. He nods a thankyou and I'm about to say "no problem" when a giant mass appears in the corner of my eye screaming "SORRY GUYS" and barging by me. I recognised the ear-pain immediately as Mr Brag from the lounge, and thought (and this is the censored version) 'get to foxtrot'. So i made myself wide, preventing Mrs Brag from getting by me and catching up with him.
He shouts back "WHERE'S THE PASSPORTS?" and, much to my delight, she "thinks" she has them.
Mr Brag chooses his gate agent as the left one and, knowing Mrs Brag doesn't have herself organised, I choose the right hand gate agent. And 10 seconds later, I take my rightful position in line - 1 place ahead of them! Finally, my day turns to a positive one!

All passengers are then held on the stairs for about 3 minutes, during which time Mr Brag complains that it's "bloody ridiculous" that we are being held, then moves onto complaining that "69 Euro a bottle wine isn't the standard I'd expect in the hotels we stay in".

Then on the stairs to board the aircraft, they argue over who should pay for this trip - "I'll pay", "No, I'LL pay" etc. Then Mr Brag says "well, if you want to help, you could loan me money to help clear my overdraft". Unbelievable.

They then board and start talking about someone they know, saying "god knows how he got that job - he doesn't even have an education".
They're still putting the world, below them, to rights as I type this. I will post later in case they are FT users and beat me up at T5, though I seriously doubt it.

Anyway, their mission was accomplished - everyone in that lounge DOES know who they are now.
I'm still torn if I want another DYKWIA, or whether that's enough for me now. But just in case anyone was worried behaviour had improved, I thought I'd share with you all.

Happy New Year.