And especially saves anyone talking while Big Jim McKenna is singing.

I value my kneecaps way too much.

Come to think of it, I may have (very very politely) asked someone to "shut the f*** up!" while I was trying to sing a couple of weeks back...

And don't mention the hairdressers to Kenny.
(With apoplogies to Randy Newman...)
Hairdressers have no manners
hairdressers have no manners
Hairdressers have no manners at a-all..
They have nasty little scissors going snip, snip, snip
They have great big mouths going lip, lip ,lip
Don't need no hairdressers,
Don't need no hairdressers,
Don't need no hairdressers round here

(Actually, in Kenny's case, and mine, that last line is depressingly true...)