It is Gleeful, honest to a fault,
and practised exclusively by women who long ago kissed goodbye to the capacity to be embarrassed.
Imagine the scene- Gleeful children ripping open presents,
harassed parents surveying the carnage of once-tidy homes, disgruntled relatives muttering disapproval into their third glass of sherry.
Paul was extremely nervous and during his first-ever solo number, his voice kept cracking,
much to the Gleeful delight of John, who kept breaking up every time Paul's voice cracked.