Crack-Up du Jour

Imagined dialogue: Julian Lennon, on the eve of his parent's divorce, sits through a new song from Uncle Paul:

Jesus Christ on a crutch, HOW LONG IS THIS THING? Oh excellent, he’s forgotten the rest of the words, he’s just singing na-na-na-nahhhh. Maybe that means he’ll end it. Wait, what? Mum, please, no, don’t join in, you’re drunk. Oh fuck me, now they’re all doing it! I’m going to throw this fucking chair in a second. I am not clapping along. No. NO.

History of Hey Jude HERE for you pinko commies who don't already know.