Let's be frank. They can't sing...

NOT content with trying to get us to eat raw fish for our tea, the Japanese are also responsible for the introduction of karaoke machines.

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While in years gone by pub regulars might have gathered around a battered old piano for a sing-song, by the early Eighties, karaoke (Japanese for 'empty orchestra') machines had arrived in Glasgow.

Never in the history of popular music had so many innocent songs been murdered by cloth-eared, tone-deaf would-be Frank Sinatras and Patsy Clines.

Who's Sorry Now? Indeed!

These regulars at Glasgow's Shawfield Bar were on-song in 1984 and, judging by the high-kicks and the straw boater, we can only imagine that Frank Sinatra's New York, New York was taking its weekly Saturday night shoeing from the cats' chorus.

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