I heard a beautiful song last Friday. A friend was playing it at lunch time in the pub. Really lovely. And I’m not just saying that because he’s my pal.

Then an old fellow, a regular drinker, walked in and said “That’s shite”.

Everybody is entitled to their opinion of course. And every performer knows that you take your life in your hand when you perform in a pub. Even on a quiet lunch time.

But more often than not, when someone gives that kind of un-constructive, unkind, negative opinion about something we are doing, it is always more of a reflection on them, that it is on us.

And it’s really quite sad, that anyone can grow so old, bitter and grey, and be left with nothing better to say.