What has Brett Lee got in common with Elton John, Meatloaf, and McFly? At the risk of a bit of ribbing from mates when I get back, I will tell you.

Well he is now one of four famous people I have seen perform live on stage. Tuesday night at the Deen pub/club on Aberdeen St, Northbridge was student night.

So imagine my surprise when the world's fastest bowler walks in with a few mates. One of them being former Leicestershire and Hampshire bowler Alan Mullally.

I had previously heard good things about Brett Lee. Time for everyone, one of the good guys in the Australian team, etc, etc.

I can only endorse that. He did have time for everyone, signing a few autographs and having his photo taking with as many people who could lay their hands on him.

The Deen was $10 (about 4.50 in real money - my keyboard doesn't have a pound sign) all you can drink night on Tuesday - a promotion led by the Planet Inn backpacker resort. Just lucky that Martin Rogers from the Daily Star was stopping there!

But funnily enough, Lee wasn't part of that promotion. He could well have been looking at the state he was in!

As seems to be the norm in quite a few watering holes here in Perth, the Deen had a live act - Slim Jim and the Fats (they looked remarkably like Right Said Frank from Phoenix Nights to me).

When they announced they had a special guest coming up on stage, I imagined they would just acclaim their newfound Ashes hero.

Yes, I did know that Lee played the guitar for fun, but I didn't think for one minute he would grab the mantle of bass guitarist and run with it.

First up was Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl. Not bad to start off with, seen as he was trying his very best to not look too groggy.

And then he really got going: "What shall we play next Brett?," asked the lead singer, who for the purposes of this blog shall be named Frank.

"How about this one?," comes the reply. Off he flies into the introduction to Sweet Home Alabama. In all, he played four songs, and well and truly brought the house down.

Even the Barmy Army were impressed, clapping and cheering in between choruses of 'keep your arm straight, keep your arm straight, keep your arm straight when you bowl.'

"Was it 3-0?," Lee joked, before staggering off the stage retired drunk.

I will have a few photos of the occasion when I can file from my laptop. I have a bluetooth adaptor for mobile phone pictures, but I'm currently filing from a desktop.

Speak to you in Melbourne, where I head tomorrow.