As the speakers struck up the tune “you take the high road and I take the low road” you knew the arrival of Rod was not far off. And right enough up went the curtain and out strolled Rod in one of his immaculate white jackets, surrounded as always by beautiful women. The voice sounded a little scratchier than you remember. The movements just that little bit more tentative but it was unmistakably Rod Stewart of old. Like all seasoned performers who recognise the toll which the years can take on a voice, Rod was strongly supported by backing singers and solo instrumentals on the violin, the saxophone and the trumpet.

With many in the audience sporting Glasgow Celtic scarves, Rod hammed it up dispatching at least 40 brand new Celtic footballs out into the audience. Whatever doubts you had about the stiffness of the joints were dispelled as he cleared some of the balls right up into the rafters.

After the intermission he really warmed to the job as he belted out the familiar tunes of ‘Maggie May’, ‘I Don’t Want To Talk About It’, ‘The First Cut Is The Deepest and the old classic ‘Sailing’. The fancy jackets were stripped off and Rod was back in his element. The years certainly rolled back as he shimmied across the stage. His distinctive riffs led the audience to join in.

Perhaps it would have been nicer to hear a few more encores. Some of his wonderful covers such as those of ‘Ruby Tuesday’ from the Stones or of the Australian song on the futility of war ‘And The Band Sang Waltzing Matilda’ would have crowned the night. However the fans went home, perhaps wanting more, but content.