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.