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He is a naughty boy though, isn't he, that Robbie Williams?
Including the money, wouldn't waking up tomorrow morning in Robbie Williams' world, the houses, the cars, the adulation of millions, the gold discs and so on, the hollow, dead feeling, if waking up tomorrow meant you actually were him, be reason enough to get the gun out of the fridge, walk into the (very lovely no doubt,) bathroom, and then shoot yourself repeatedly straight between the eyes? And then, once the reflection was dealt with, the fun could really start.
I'll admit to being a little worried about George M on behalf of my grandson, but what how do his other lovers think? George Morrissey's, that is! I gather that there are a few of you out there! Is George M's decision to have anything to do with the nightmarish aesthetic disaster area what is Bob Williams' oeuvre something you can easily forgive?
'They can f£$£ing have him,' he said, my grandson 'The t£"!'
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