*gives Kevin a happy pill*
I think it's a charming song, and I think it's wonderful that Ringo has found an opportunity to share his recollections with a wider audience. He's always had to work harder to get noticed (I haven't listened to any of his solo albums all the way through, just certain tracks-- sorry, Ringo!).
I was completely aware there was a Liverpool 8 thing going on. What fun! Ringo does this chanting thing like a football match-- what fun! Ringo talks about his experience in the Fabs-- what fun! I would not be a sourpuss about this for anything. The Beatles (at least in the beginning) were about having fun, and to my mind Ringo captures that mood perfectly.
When did music appreciation get all grim and serious like all those boring literature classes that suck the life out of the finest classic and make you want to stab the book with a pen? Is this familiarity breeding contempt-- everyone has to jump through so many damn hoops you just can't like anything any more? It has to be coldly analysed like a scientific specimen? It's a danger with any profession-- I have to guard against it with novels, and even then not many pass muster. But I think it's kind of sad that so much of the sheer enjoyment of listening to a new song appears to be gone. *puts on a bright red dress and goes chanting and dancing with the unwashed masses*