Sir Cliff Richard proved he was 62 years young and still Mr Perfect with this show which delighted his adoring, female, middle-aged fans.

There were times when the slush outweighed the rock but versatile Cliff seems to have a fan base who do not care what he sings.

Few singers would have Chuck Berry's classic rock number No Particular Place to Go and the carol, Oh Little Town of Bethlehem, in their repertoire but Cliff does and the fans love it.

You have got to hand it to Sir Cliff, he gives his fans nearly three hours of performance, perfectly reaching each note with a voice range from bass to falsetto.

He builds up a rapport with the audience, combines perfectly on stage with his highly professional musicians and singers and moves as if he was still a teenage Elvis.

Throughout, Cliff looked and sounded good. He started off shortly after 7.30pm, when most groups that play the Brighton Centre are starting their sound checks and finished, after a short interval, just before 10.30pm.

He certainly ensured that the fans who queued all night for their £35 and £30 tickets way back in February, got their money's worth.

Cliff started off with We Don't Talk Any More and Move It, two of the songs that have helped him sell 250 million records over 41 years, then went into numbers from his easy listening Wanted album.

Teddy bears and flowers were placed on stage by women who wandered from their seats with their eyes fixed on their idol.

When a mother brought her six-year-old daughter to the front of the stage and caught Cliff's eye, he joked: "I hope the Press get your age."

Cliff, at first dressed in a white suit and open necked red shirt, took us back to the Sixties-style concerts as he walked up the silver steps, turning to the audience with his three male backing singers posing with their micro-phones an arm's length away from their mouths.

He is at his best when he has an acoustic guitar around his neck and is strumming away at Sixties numbers such as the Everley Brothers' hit Claudette.

For the second act, he changed into leathers and a turquoise sparkling top with a black cross.

We were treated to a perfect rendition of his No hit The Young Ones, with superb orchestral work from his all female musicians, The Black Rock Strings.

The finale was more like a carol concert with Saviour's Day, Oh Little Town of Bethlehem and the Millennium Prayer.

With his vast army of female fans holding hands and swaying to the music, it was like an evangelical gathering.

For my part, I prefer it when Cliff sticks to rock and upbeat ballads, at which he is undoubtedly one of the world's best performers. He should leave the slush to Daniel O'Donnell.