Beck, clearly shaken by the incident, claimed he was a loser and asked someone to kill him. Paul and Woody, unfazed by the snub, boarded a night bus for a rousing sing-a-long of “Yellow Submarine”, something drunken British youth are doing to this very day on night buses across the capital. On the other hand, is there a single “singer” who got into that party whose songs people will be singing on crowded buses in fifty years time? I think we all know where the party really is.