Solo acoustic artist demands audience stops talking.

Charles Murphy, a solo acoustic singer/songwriter from Hull, stopped mid-song during a set at The Stapler pub in the city last Sunday night, demanding that members of the audience stopped talking.

Addressing the audience of 34 people, Mr Murphy said: "Can those of you talking just shut up please? This is difficult enough without having to sing over people talking."

Scott Craven, one of the audience members who was talking to friends at the time, and believes he may have some part in inspiring the interruption, commented afterwards: "What a knob. What's that prick's name again? Charles Murphy? Well he can fuck right off now. I was indifferent to him before, but now I specifically dislike him and I'll definitely be avoiding any gigs where I see him listed."

Mr. Craven continued to elaborate: "I didn't go to the gig to see Charles Murphy. I was there to support my friend, Steve Queen, who was also on the bill. I was there chatting with a few people I hadn't seen since Steve's last gig, and catching up with them. Y'know, what people do in a pub? If that bell end is so insistent on peace and quiet when he plays, maybe he should stick to his bedroom, rather than demanding that everybody shuts up and listens to him in a pub, where people go to chat?"

Conversely, Mr. Murphy's acquaintance, Edmund Johnson, declared "Charlie was dead right to tell them to shut up. Bunch of arseholes. He sings from his heart, and it's important to be quiet and listen to the lyrics to really understand it." Mr. Johnson then fantasised about licking his friend's balls red raw, in awe of knowing a real musician.

Following the gig, Mr. Murphy took to the hub of unsigned music communications, Facebook, where he thanked those who came to his gig in one sentence, before launching into three paragraphs focused on those who were talking. The post received seven likes, and a comment from Mr. Johnson saying "Welldun m8. You was deadrite!!!!" Mr. Murphy replied to Mr. Johnson's comment, thanking him, and providing another two paragraphs whining about his feelings.

Since the incident, Mr. Murphy's music career has gone absolutely nowhere.