THE twittering classes were out in force at the latest Summer Pops in the new Aintree equestrian centre.
Assorted bimbo banshees, trackie-bottomed boneheads and troglodytes were spoiling it for others by chirruping their way through concerts on mobile phones or wittering mindless nonsense to the adjacent intoxic- ated half-wit.
At £40 a ticket, why spend an entire show ignoring the performers? Or have they not paid and so do not give a flying V? (That is a guitar by the way.)