AT first sight, one of the UK's most popular showmen looks pale and sounds husky as he arrives in full evening suit to front the opening number with his guests, the London Gospel Choir.

Alone with pianist/confidante Mike Alexander and his orchestra, Wilmot is transformed. Off comes the dicky bow and jacket and, aided by the occasional sip of water, the singer roars through his six successful West End shows and the seventh - The Goodbye Girl - "where I was all right, but the backers weren't very happy".

Wilmot is a wonder at knowing when to poke fun at himself and when to summon up that belter of a voice to bring roars of approval for extracts from Carmen Jones, My And My Girl or Oliver! But only he could sing while pretending he's got his hand caught in a trumpet, while trying to show how the great Louis Armstrong created Wonderful World.

In the second half, he's a little self-indulgent and repeats his party piece of singing Happy Birthday to fans in the style of their favourite music. There's also room to remind us of his marriage split 13 years ago with a song specially written for his daughter. Long may Wilmot wear his heart on his sleeve - his audience loves him warts and all.

Published: 30/11/2004