AT LAST, something to sing about and celebrate.

Happy birthday to the place it all began – Number 10.

Not Downing Street, but Mathew Street – home of The Cavern.

This world-famous venue will mark its 60th birthday this weekend with a musical charity concert at the Philharmonic Hall on Sunday followed the next day in The Cavern itself with an evening full of music and surprises.

I was born in 1958 – a year later.

So I grew up with this legend on my doorstep.

It has been a part of my life ever since.

This anniversary is a much-welcomed celebration for all Merseysiders this year.

I, for one, will be glad to see the back of grim 2016 where I have never written so many obituaries – from the loss of dear, close friends to the passing of famous stars of stage and screen.

Even as 2017 crept in another light has gone out in the form of Peter Sarstedt who penned the all-time classic song Where Do You Go To My Lovely?

I once interviewed this versatile singer-songwriter and he was a joy, telling me he could always go busking if his musical career stalled.

Peter was no one-hit wonder.

He talked warmly of the sixties and of the Cavern.

So it is sad he won't be around to mark its birthday just like the two Merseybeat promoters who helped put the Cavern on the map – Sam Leach and Allan Williams.

The current team who have built on its success - Bill Heckle, Dave Jones and Jon Keats - have ensured the Cavern is not a museum but a thriving, living, breathing music venue.

Maybe it should be given The Freedom of The City of Liverpool.

Like tourist attractions Anfield, Goodison and Aintree it is synonymous with staying power and the celebrations will go on throughout 2017 and beyond.

A one-time jazz club called a "cellarful of noise" where Stevie Wonder, Elton, Rod, The Rolling Stones and Adele have played.

So happy birthday cave dwellers - past, present and future.

The Cavern shines on... Yeah, yeah, yeah.


SLEEPWALKERS ... That is the only word to describe the re-emergence of this bizarre trend of people shopping in their pyjamas.

Are they off their trolleys?

It has caused outrage, amusement and bemusement in equal measure.

The Globe website features many comments for and against and plenty there’s plenty of indifference, too.

Have people stopped caring about their appearance?

Usually people with stress are found wandering the streets in their pyjamas.

I don't understand why some people see it is as acceptable to go out like that.

If they are in such a hurry – why not pop on a shirt and jeans? Or a track suit.

How many times have we all heard parents say "you are not going out dressed like that".

Sadly, now some older people have walked out in their night attire.

What type of role model is that?

I am all for dress codes in shops.

People get fined for dropping litter and cigarette ends – so maybe they should be prohibited for blotting the landscape by wearing pyjamas – out of hours.

I still abhor girls going out with over-sized curlers ready for a night on the town.

Granted, Hilda Ogden wore curlers – but always under a headscarf.

Values are being chipped away when people stop caring about the way they look in public.


YES Sireee ... The happiest news last year was hearing that Ken Dodd would be knighted.

This column has long campaigned that Ken be recognised for his art and for his charity work One reader from Greasby said why stop with Ken.

Why not a gong for Paul O'Grady?

For his passionate work with animals.

And he adds that although Paul already has an MBE maybe he could join other titled Birkenhead stars Glenda Jackson and Patricia Routledge. Arise, Dame Lily Savage.


AND finally...

Simon Cowell take note.

In posters for their April shows at New Brighton Pavilion, the Horrible Histories team declare that Henry VIII always had "The Axe Factor."

Peter Grant