I’ve been to a lot of heritage music concerts. The audience expects that the star, a stiff-legged hologram of his youthful self, will sing all his biggest hits. Although looking and sounding a little shop-worn, he’ll still rise to the occasion. And the listeners relive an experience that had at one time struck a chord with them and still resonates.

And so it was that Tony fronted up the fans at the Sydney Institute last night, giving them a short, punchy set list of his greatest hits – immigration and street gangs, the benefits of coal and the evils of political correctness.