so many high points to this performance by Aussie John.... The temporary sheepishness following his stumble to check if anyone noticed and to regain composure - quickly replaced by the inate rock god within, the head banging that's so fast the camera can barely keep up, and the finishing touches of discreet rock horns and polite applause for the band... All the time ably assisted by wingman Paul, as an entire row of semi-comatose pensioners wonder what the hell's going on in the background.
John, I salute you. You are the master, and I a mere pupil.
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