She loved him when she was a young punk. Mr VJ, the hippy, was never impressed.
The skinny, long haired, Irish grandfather came to a small town last night and raised the roof.
Sir Bob and his band had them rocking. Musician, songwriter, philanthropist. He made them laugh. Music from the heart. He made them think. Stories of Ireland and Africa. Of dark times. Of hope. The rat has matured and so has his voice.
His backing band, a motley crew of musical geniuses. Would they see him again? Oh yes … Mr VJ, quietly admitting, “he was good, really good”. Praise indeed!