The last time I saw Willy Mason in Belfast he had a full band backing him up and about half way through the show the audience gifted him a bottle of Buckfast, which he quite impressively/amusingly drank and managed to stay on his feet for the full concert, despite looking more than slightly battle worn.

Tonight as he cracks into his songs, there’s a hint of some history in the room, and after a couple he pics up a glass from the stage of what I guess is whiskey, swigs it back and starts into some reminiscing about the previous…

“They told me it was wine!”

The atmosphere of the night had a nice sense of a singer pouring out the songs from the depths of his soul and a crowd willing to help him get through it as best they can.

Bar the occasional drunk fool making their way onstage.. Mr Mason has the patience of a saint.

Got to hear every song I think I wanted to hear and was left whistling Fear No Pain all the way up the M2.