Karaoke in The Grapes? Who came up with that?

Me and the awd feller went to The Grapes on Mathew Street yesterday.

Nice place, where The Beatles used to go for a bevvy a million years ago, yada yada.

The toilets are a hell hole, but who can argue with two pints for a fiver, in town?

Not us.

Just save it up until you get home, I say. Don't break the seal and you'll be fine.

Anyway, the pints were lovely but who the frig came up with the idea of karaoke - at 4 o'clock in the afternoon?

Afternoons in The Grapes are for pints and The Beatles on the jukebox not a feller dressed in a PVC gimp suit on a lead singing 'Always On my Mind'.

You know I'm right.

McCartney-gate

When I was out last night in Wirral (yeah, I know) I got to talking about music. It's often an emotive subject is music, blokes in particular seem to think they are experts simply because they have a penis. Seriously, I was at an event once where one man said - I kid ye not - women couldn't appreciate rock music properly "because you don't have enough testosterone". Another said women didn't 'get' music - "all you do is dance to it while we stand there, appreciating each note".

FABULOUS.

God bless you, my little cock rockers!

However, the person spouting nonsense about music last night was, I'm ashamed to say, someone of my own gender. She was FUMING that Paul McCartney 'thinks he's Kurt Cobain'. This was in reference to McCartney having the brass neck (shock, horror) to perform with the remaining members of Nirvana.

I sat on my hands to stop myself slapping her. I didn't want to break a nail.

At the gig (see, I know the lingo), as far as I know, Paul didn't do any Kurt Cobain impersonations, nor did he sing any Nirvana songs. He doesn't want to be Kurt - because he's PAUL McCARTNEY. You know, the bloke from that little known popular beat combo who've had no influence on anyone at all, The sodding Beatles.

Yes, THE BEATLES.