Moving on swiftly....
I once saw Frank Carson live in Dundee. Now, I'm not what you'd call a fan and I had no intention of going. It was a charity do and a friend of mine, who was a HUGE fan, had bought several tickets. As it happened, my friend was unable to attend---due to a broken ankle, I seem to recall---and I went in his place. The show itself was pretty much as I expected---a barrage of corny jokes, well executed. What WAS impressive was what happened afterwards. As Frank mingled with the punters in the bar, he learned that our friend who had organised the outing had been stuck at home, unable to enjoy the evening. He insisted on getting our friend's number and proceeded to do a full five minute routine on the phone to him.
That's class.