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After more than a decade away, music icon Sir Cliff Richard is set to return to Australian shores — and fans could not be more thrilled. Speaking live from London in an early morning interview, the beloved British star shared his excitement about his upcoming “Can’t Stop Me Now” tour and reflected on his remarkable journey through eight decades of music, fame, and vitality.

“I feel like I’ve ignored you for so long,” Sir Cliff joked warmly, recalling his long absence from Australia. “The world is large, and when The Shadows and I took off, we took off everywhere — Norway, Sweden, Spain, Portugal, Southeast Asia, and of course, Australia. It’s been 12 years since I last visited, and I was determined to do it again.”

That sense of commitment and gratitude perfectly captures why Sir Cliff continues to be adored by generations of fans. His career, which began in the late 1950s, has spanned more than 65 years, making him one of the most enduring figures in popular music. With timeless classics such as “Summer Holiday,” “Living Doll,” “The Young Ones,” “Devil Woman,” and “We Don’t Talk Anymore,” Cliff Richard remains a performer who bridges eras, effortlessly combining nostalgia with energy.

What’s perhaps most remarkable is that Sir Cliff, who turns 85 when the tour begins, still exudes the vigor of a man half his age. When asked about the secret to his longevity, he replied with characteristic modesty: “I’ve been lucky to stay healthy. I’ve only ever spent one night in a hospital — that was just to have my gall bladder taken out. I must be doing something right.”

He credits not only good fortune but also self-discipline. “You have to look after yourself,” he said. “I go out for a month or two before a tour and do my exercises every day for at least half an hour.”

One of his dearest memories came from his close friend, the late Olivia Newton-John, who gave him a very special gift — a CD from her vocal coach. “It’s not pretty,” he laughed, describing the warm-up routine. “You start going ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye,’ but it’s helped me all the time. I use it before every concert and recording.”

When asked what fans can expect from the upcoming Australian shows, Cliff said the setlist will be a balance of beloved classics and personal favorites from later in his career. “People always want to hear ‘Summer Holiday’ and ‘The Young Ones,’ and of course, I’ll sing those. But I also love performing songs like ‘Devil Woman’ and ‘We Don’t Talk Anymore.’ I just hope the Australians will like the mix.”

As he wrapped up the interview with a warm smile and a message to his fans, Sir Cliff added, “I’m looking forward to seeing not only all of Australia, but you as well!”

With his unmistakable charm, tireless energy, and deep connection to audiences, Sir Cliff Richard proves that true legends never fade — they simply keep shining. His return to Australia isn’t just another concert tour; it’s a celebration of music, endurance, and a lifetime of joy shared between an artist and his devoted fans.

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