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make sure you read the last line - very good to hear!! 
)THINGS started to go wrong at Jimmy Buffett's last Sydney concert long before he fell off the stage and cut his head open after his final encore. The bar ran out of margaritas while the audience was still entering the Hordern Pavilion and, by intermission, the Bundy and Coke was gone, too.
How could promoter Michael Chugg let the bar run dry of margaritas when one of Buffett's signature songs is Margaritaville and, as for running out of rum, what did he think the parrot-headed pirates were going to drink when the tequila ran out?
Atrocious booze management aside, Buffett delivered an outstanding show to his parrot-capped fans who sang and danced as the barefooted singer-sailor skipped around his Coral Reefer Band. More impressively, the mature audience was relaxed, there were no brawls and queues for the diminishing liquor stocks remained orderly.
(Calling an audience of Buffett parrot-heads mature is an act of kindness. Notable among those waving walking sticks were international yachtsman Chas-the-Tas Blundell, of indeterminate age, and vintage sailor Don Mickleborough, who has clocked up 34 Sydney-Hobarts in his 86 years).
Buffett's fall was a frightening finale to the Australia Day show.
Dr Gordian Fulde, the director of emergency services at St Vincent's, was in the front row when Buffett appeared to move forward to reach out to an audience member and took his unfortunate swallow dive on to a metal stanchion holding a rail between the stage and the audience.
Fulde said: "I could hear the particular thunk when his head hit and I thought he'd broken his neck. He fell awkwardly, rotating, I thought he was done for. He was deeply unconscious, totally pale, white, and quite unresponsive. His head seemed twisted and he was bleeding copiously, as you do from head wounds."
Fulde treated Buffett at the scene and rode with him in the ambulance to St Vincent's, where he stitched up the gash in the 64-year-old entertainer's scalp, then watched on as a neuro-surgeon ran a brain scan.
The doctor, who was not wearing a colourful Florida or Hawaiian shirt, and did not have a parrot perched on his head, has been a Buffett fan since the days of vinyl records, his favourite song being Pencil Thin Moustache.
Fulde gave Buffett a further scan yesterday before releasing him to continue his tour to New Zealand - after reassuringly finding a very healthy brain.
