“I look at my role as being a friend of Canberra Hospital, I can bring some pleasure and happiness sometimes to people who are really in difficult times in their lives.”
With backing music from a Bluetooth speaker, Sayer croons his way around the cancer wards, making a human connection with everyone he comes across.
Canberra Region Cancer Centre Operations Manager Caroline McIntyre says Sayer’s visits are typically kept a surprise for patients and staff.
“He’s always come in so discreetly,” she says.
“Normally it’s just very quiet, he comes up in the back lift and says hello to literally everybody.
“Some of them are doing it tough, and to have a little bit of joy and light – it really gives them a lift.
“What makes me happy is to see people getting chemo on their feet dancing.”
Jamming with Jimi Hendrix, Countdown and the Troubadour
Originally a graphic designer by trade, English-born Leo Sayer rose to pop prominence in London in the late 1960s, as a singer-songwriter – and was soon adopted by Australia as an honorary son after his first tour here in 1974.
He went on to become an Australian citizen in 2009.
Sayer was a regular on ABC TV’s Countdown during the 70s and 80s, performing chart-toppers like “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing”, “When I Need You”, “More Than I Could Say” and “Orchard Road”.
He blushingly admits they were wild days – when he didn’t always live up to his “good-guy” public persona.
“It was mad, I mean, Top of the Pops in England, Countdown over here,” he says.
“You were mobbed by the fans, I remember being dragged out of a limousine the first tour that I came here, and then speaking to crazy people like Molly Meldrum on TV and trying to sort of like take it all in.”
It seems hard to believe – the petite, well-spoken singer, with a mane of curly hair that inspired changing his name from Gerard to Leo – beating off mobs of screaming fangirls.
Sayer circulated in superstar company, becoming close friends with former Beatles George Harrison and Paul McCartney, collaborating with Roger Daltrey of The Who, and even sharing a sly cigarette or two with John Lennon and Yoko Ono who had a flat above his design studio.
“I met Jimi Hendrix right at the start of his career. I actually jammed with him, playing the harmonica, and him playing the guitar,” he says.
Recalling his 1975 opening night at the famous Troubadour Club in Los Angeles, he looked up to see an intimidating line-up of fans in the front row.
“It was David Bowie, Elton John, and ‘The Fonz’ [Henry Winkler].”
Alongside them: John Cleese, Mick Jagger, Bernie Taupin, and comedian Marty Feldman.
“We never thought it would last, we were adapting to things around us, writing songs about things that are around us,” he says.
“And we thought they were only for our generation — so the amazing thing is my music’s become like a fine wine, where you lay it down and years later, it becomes a collector’s item.
“We’re in an age where the music that I make, young kids are actually latching onto it now, and they’re finding that that generation and that style of music we made is as current now as anything.”
Sayer’s health battles, still spreading hope at 76
Leo Sayer says his hospital charity work caps off a career dedicated to providing joy through music.
“It’s a nice piece of synchronicity really, because I was born in the grounds of a hospital in Shoreham by Sea in Sussex, near Brighton in England,” Mr Sayer said.
“I suppose I’ve always felt comfortable in hospitals and being around hospitals.
“Growing up, my dad was a hospital engineer, Mum was a nurse, my sister was a matron.”
Sayer has health struggles of his own, including three stents in his heart, which help him have a genuine connection to the hospital patients he entertains.
“[My music] is providing something that isn’t taking away from any of the treatment that’s going on. It’s providing something that’s just putting a smile on peoples’ faces.
“Music is communication and that’s what this is all about, we’re communicating, we’re making people feel better.
“We’re not healing people with music, but we are making them feel better about their healing.
“To sell out Canberra Hospital will do me fine.”
My Husband Insisted I Get Pregnant the Day after Our Wedding — My Heart Dropped When I Discovered His Real Reason
As a child, my grandmother used to tell me that life can be full of surprises, not all of them pleasant.
“Remember the good times and don’t let the bad ones bring you down, Liz,” she’d say.
I suppose she wanted to prepare me for life’s bitter moments, but little did she know that the worst day of my life would alter my reality forever.
I’ll never forget the moment I discovered what my husband, Jake, was scheming behind my back. We met at my workplace and quickly became close friends.
We married after just six months of dating because we felt a deep connection—or so I thought.
The day after our lovely wedding, Jake brought up the idea of starting a family right away. “Liz, I think we should try for a baby immediately,” he said, sounding more urgent than I expected.
“Are you sure? We just got married,” I replied, trying to gauge his intentions.
“Yes, absolutely,” he insisted. “There’s no better time than now. It’s the perfect way to start our journey together.”
Despite his enthusiastic words, something about his tone made me uneasy.
Confused yet flattered by his eagerness, I smiled and nodded, unaware of his true motives.
One day, while tidying up the living room, I noticed Jake’s laptop chiming with a notification. He was in the shower, so I glanced at the screen.
I wasn’t snooping, but I couldn’t ignore the message preview that read, “Is she pregnant yet?”
It was from his ex-girlfriend, Claire.
My stomach churned as I read their chilling conversation.
“Remember our agreement, Jake. You need to impregnate her within a year. Otherwise, you won’t secure your inheritance,” Claire wrote.
“Don’t worry, I’m on it. Everything is going according to plan,” Jake replied.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I processed their conversation. They discussed a cold, calculated strategy where Jake would marry me to ensure an heir for a substantial inheritance from a distant relative.
To secure the inheritance, Jake needed to father a child within a year of our wedding. Moreover, he was using me because his ex-girlfriend was infertile.
After securing his share, Jake planned to divorce me and be with Claire.
“How could you?” I whispered.
Shaken by the revelation, I knew I couldn’t confront Jake without solid evidence. So, over the next few days, I acted normally while discreetly gathering proof.
Whenever Jake left his laptop unattended, I copied the emails onto a USB drive. I also started recording his phone conversations with Claire whenever I was out.
One evening, pretending to leave the house, I hid in the garage and recorded Jake confirming their scheme on the phone.
“I just need a bit more time, Claire. Trust me, everything’s on track,” he said urgently.
With the evidence secured, I consulted a lawyer.
“This is serious, Elizabeth. We need to handle this carefully to protect you legally and financially,” he advised.
We planned every step meticulously, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
Jake’s family hosted an annual gathering a few weeks later, providing the perfect opportunity to reveal his truth.
It was attended by all his distant relatives, including those whose inheritance he coveted.
In the weeks leading up to the event, I pretended to be a loving wife eager to start a family with Jake. But inside, I felt anxious.
During the event, I stood up to make a toast after dinner.
“I want to thank everyone for welcoming me into this wonderful family,” I began. “And to my dear husband, who has taught me so much about trust and love, I have a special surprise!”
As all eyes turned to me, I switched on the projector. The damning emails between Jake and Claire flashed on the screen, followed by recordings of their phone conversations.
The room fell silent. Then, Jake’s grandmother stood up, her face flushed with anger.
“You are a disgrace,” she declared firmly. “You won’t receive a penny of anyone’s wealth!”
Claire, whom I had invited as a friend’s plus one, stood up, her face pale. She slapped Jake across the face.
“I never want to see you again!” she exclaimed before storming out.
As whispers filled the room, I looked at Jake, his face drained of color.
“And one last thing,” I added firmly. “I never intended to get pregnant so soon. I’ve been on birth control since learning the truth.”
That evening, Jake’s plan lay in ruins, leaving him with nothing. His deception also invalidated our prenup.
Meanwhile, I walked away with my integrity intact and a bright future ahead of me.
What would you have done?
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