Zacsmaster - as a true Yorkshireman you should speak your mind!
I was conned into going to a colleagues birthday bash in a Scarborough pub recently. The entertainment was a singer called Seaside Danny Wilde. I don't want to be sued by him but his name should give you a clue. I got my hopes up when, after an out of tune medley of hits from the 1950's he announced he was going to sing something more modern. He then launched into a string of songs from the early 1960's.
The food was stale sausage rolls, sarnies with the edges curled up and the beer was warm.
It was like being in a nightmare episode of Heartbeat, and the sad thing was, the locals thought it was a brilliant night out.