TERRY Neason is Easterhouse's prima donna. That's prima donna as in

first lady, not temperamental, because what she shares with her audience

is empathy. You could feel it roll across the footlights in a vast wave

of two-way sympathy and identification as she made her entrance. She's

one of us -- one of us who can sing like an angel -- an angel who has

been specially blessed.

From the first chords of her opening number, one of her own, titled

Old Fashioned Love Song, she had the audience by the heartstrings. It

was followed immediately by some raunchy comments, finishing with the

immortal line ''The best kind of lover is one who turns into a fish

supper at midnight.'' We fell about. We had had our pathos buttons

pushed and our funny bones tickled and she had been on stage less than

five minutes.

The rest of the show was even better. Her voice has matured into a

wonderfully expressive, throaty instrument, full of colour and emotional

depth and she is that very difficult thing for a woman to be, an

excellent physical clown. She did a great routine called My Body And Me

and later, pointing to her ample hips said ''banana and chocolate

diet,'' provoking near-hysteria from the women in the audience.

There was a lot of Peter Nardini, including the wonderful A Kiss From

Wishaw Cross, and she finished her set with five Piaf numbers, causing

Kleenex sales to rocket.

She's a big, belting brammer and the band is great, a real class act.