My mind...
Seriously, you know those days when you just can't seem to do anything right, and then you feel really dense when someone points out the very obvious and crass mistakes you've made? I've had a couple of those on the trot now and I'm starting to wonder if premature dementia is setting in alongside my premature middle-agedness.

I suspect the next thing may be my band. It seems to be increasingly impossible to get everyone together for a jam (which you wouldn't have thought was difficult for a trio) and I'm starting to worry that it will go the same way as my old jazz band, which has been on "extended hiatus" forever and a day now...

*mans the fuck up and stops whinging...*
As for Robbie Williams, I really, sincerely hope he won't last longer than Whitney Houston. I don't like either of them, but Williams is on my list of "People More Annoying than Chris 'Fat, Annoying Cunt' Moyles."
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 9:49, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I've always had a bit of a soft spot for Robbie
I can't resist cheeky young men or cheeky old men for that matter.

And I also once had a pornographic dream about him - that settled it because my conscious mind had never really noticed him before - a clear case of the Id leading the Ego.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 9:58, Reply)

That has disturbed me slightly
I don't know about the whole "cheeky chappy" thing, though...he always came across as "hideously smug" to me. Though that may be because Take That's first incarnation occurred when I was of an age at which I thought girls were smelly and nasty, and of course all the girls liked Take That. Perhaps he got away with it then by being the daft, gurning clown in a group of pretty boys, but every time I've seen him solo I've just wanted to smack him in the mouth...to each their own, I suppose.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 10:03, Reply)