HAS anyone from down the Kings Dock last night not got a heaving bosom?
It is nearly 30 years since his fans were pretend-kissing posters on bedroom walls, but David Cassidy has still got it.
All those songs we swooned to are still great songs, as the 70s popster proved. He is 50 now but still looks good in jeans, and his shirts were just the right side of glam rock not to be dodgy.
He belted out his chart toppers and the green and yellow tent rocked for more than two hours.
Could It Be Forever, Cherish, Daydreamer were lovingly recreated.
He saved my favourite, his first UK number one How Can I Be Sure, until the second half, thereby guaranteeing a semi- state of ecstasy throughout.
But what made it extra special was the fact that he seemed to be having a good time too.
Non-stop banter with the audience included telling how he watched the Ed Sullivan Show, which turned him into a Beatles fan, so the knock-on effect was that he is a fan of the city of Liverpool. As a tribute, he kept reverting to a Scouse accent he had inherited from his days in Blood Brothers on Broadway.
He picked up all the flow-ers and underwear and pleaded with the most over-zealous stage-stormers to return to their seats to let the show go on.
He was chatty and a real showman, more then than now, I reckon, which turned back the years in sensational style.
The long feather cut hair has long gone but the magic's still there.
And the atmosphere at the Kings Dock just can't be beaten.
Whoever thought David Cassidy would be a good turn was spot on (Graham, one of the door staff, thought so, too.)
Cassidy spent so long holding his microphone out for the audience to sing along he could have done nothing - and still be magic.
The best thing of all, it was a two-way thing, and you get the impression he thought the night was special, too.
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