From http://www.femalefirst.co.uk

 

 

Kylie Minogue's Christmas snub to Robbie

24th November 2006 12:30:03

 

Kylie Minogue has uninvited Robbie Williams to join her family for Christmas - because he has a crush on her.

 

Kylie's French actor boyfriend Olivier Martinez is said to be furious with the 'Rudebox' singer for confessing he has been attracted his long-term girlfriend for the last 20 years.

 

To avoid any arguments Kylie has decided to politely withdraw the invite.

 

Kylie - who struck up a friendship with Robbie when they duetted on hit single 'Kids' in 2000 - made the festive gesture when she discovered Robbie, 32, would be in her hometown of Melbourne for the last show of his world tour on December 18. A source told Britain's Daily Star newspaper: "Kylie and Robbie are good friends and she hated the idea of him being alone over Christmas, when she lives so close. So she asked him to come to her family home for the day.

 

"But now she's told Robbie that Olivier might feel a little awkward in his presence. So Rob has agreed to find another Shelia to spend Christmas with."

 

Although Robbie recently confessed to having a crush on Kylie, 38, since she starred in Australian soap 'Neighbours', he conceded Olivier, 40 - who nursed the singer through her breast cancer battle - was tough competition.

 

:(

(I did wonder when I read about Robbie's crush. That should be fun over the turkey I thought)

Nobody knows if Gallagher did actually make these remarks - and I hope this article has been taken out of context or I would have to say shame on him for making such vicious remarks.

Edited November 24, 200618 yr by LizzieSarah

From http://www.thesun.co.uk

 

Guy 'n Dolls for Chambers

 

November 25, 2006

 

ROBBIE WILLIAMS’ ex-songwriter GUY CHAMBERS is creating a West End musical.

 

He has linked up with Calendar Girls scriptwriter TIM FIRTH and after mixing with the pop A-list should have great ammunition for his show.

 

It will be interesting to see if Robbie appears — though he and Guy haven’t spoken since falling out in 2003. A source said: “You know this show will be a hit.â€

 

:mellow:

IE Music / robbiewilliams.com and Digimpro Announce Strategic Partnership

 

LONDON, November 24 /CNW/ -

 

IE Music and Digimpro announce today that

they have agreed a strategic partnership. The partnership focuses on

incorporating Digimpro's interactive music technology into the activities of

all IE Music's artists including robbiewilliams.com.

 

Digimpro's technology was successfully tested in a promotional campaign

for Robbie Williams sponsored by VISA in Germany; proving exceptionally

popular with the fans and satisfying the marketing objectives of

robbiewilliams.com. Following on from this success IE Music and Digimpro will

also apply the interactive music technology to bring new levels of engagement

and a significant increase in value to Robbie Williams' activities with

consumer brands.

 

Tim Clark, MD of IE Music said:

 

"We are always looking for new approaches and ways to make it fun for

fans to discover the music of our artists in the digital and mobile worlds.

Digimpro's technology is particularly interesting to us because, not only does

it engage the fans in new ways, helping us to promote our artists, but it also

opens up new revenue streams for Robbie Williams and our other artists, by

selling personalised mixes, as downloads or ringtones."

 

Rupert Evans, MD of Digimpro said:

 

"We are delighted to have the opportunity to work with one of the most

innovative and respected management teams in the business. It is also very

exciting to have IE Music's artists and their music on yourspins.com, our web

2.0 community. We will shortly be announcing some new strategic partners in

Asia and we look forward to bring these to our relationship with IE Music.

This will enable us to reach even more fans in Asia for all of IE Music's

artists as well as directing them to Robbiewilliams.com".

 

 

http://www.cnw.ca/fr/releases/archive/Nove...6/24/c8221.html

Edited November 25, 200618 yr by Nicky

A snippet from the Motoring page of the Times On-line Edition

 

 

The latest Jaguar XK, with a top speed of 155mph, has been greeted as a potential lifeline for the Ford-owned Jaguar’s Birmingham plant. American sales are up 6% this year, promoted by celebrity owners such as Leno, George Clooney, the actor, and Robbie Williams, the singer.

 

 

What does he do with all these posh cars? Polish them? :unsure:

From http://living.scotsman.com

 

 

 

 

Illusionist Derren Brown offers a glimpse of his many-sided reality

 

 

THE other day, Derren Brown lunched somewhere posh with Robbie Williams - into whom, it will be remembered, the hip hypnotist once stuck two very large needles during one of his television shows. "I asked him if he would like to come back to my place after lunch, as you do," confides Brown.

 

To his amazement, the punctured performer agreed. "I was really flattered," says Brown, giggling like a besotted teenage fan. "I wanted Robbie to see what I've done with my apartment, so I was thrilled when he said yes." And it was an insight for Brown into the weird world of celebrity. "All we did was walk across the pavement, from his limo to my front door, and suddenly he was being mobbed by all these people screaming and shouting at him, wanting to touch him, pushing and grabbing at him. It was unbelievable!

 

"Hundreds of them just materialised from nowhere. And he has to go through that every time he steps out of the house. It would drive me crazy." (Which, by the way, a lot of people believe he is - and that's when he is not being denounced as the spawn of Satan.)

 

That is why, continues the 35-year-old self-styled "notorious mentalist and psychological illusionist", he never wants to be mega-famous. His career took off in 2000 with the riveting and contentious TV series Mind Control. Now, he says, "I'm famous enough, thank you. I have just the right modicum of fame you get from having a TV audience rating of about 3.5 million for one show on Channel 4, and that's why I'll be staying with them. It's why I turned down a really lucrative offer to switch to the BBC.

 

"I knew it would take me to another level, and I don't want the kind of madness in my life that fame brings. I like to be able to run across the street to the local supermarket for a loaf of bread or milk, or to sit in a good French restaurant, eating alone with a book, which I like to do most evenings, without being harassed," he says, double twitching and nodding his head. This nervous tic punctuates any conversation with him, he explains, apologising for the fact that he may nod at inappropriate moments as we talk. He got this when he was studying sales techniques for his act. He practised so hard that he couldn't get rid of it.

 

Anyway, did Robbie like his flat? "Oh yes," he replies enthusiastically, "He loved it." He didn't perforate Robbie with pins again in the privacy of his own home, did he? "No, I did not!" says an affronted Brown.

 

All of this is said out of earshot of Brown's hovering publicist, who interrupts to tell me that Spectrum's photographer cannot take Brown outside into the street to be photographed. "Derren'll be mobbed, absolutely bloody mobbed," he says. "It happens all the time; it's incredible! He can't walk down any street anywhere nowadays. That's why we always book photo-shoot space here."

 

'Here' is a vast lounge in the Sherlock Holmes Hotel, in - where else? - Baker Street, London, where we rendezvous to discuss Brown's compelling new book, Tricks of the Mind. In it he promises to reveal the secrets behind the craft of magic - a lot of which is "only cheating" - along with what makes him tick, and why he grew that goatee beard.

 

Brown's flat is somewhere in this neighbourhood. He has done it up in dark green and mustard with lots of antiques, to resemble the home of a Victorian gentleman explorer just returned from his travels. He lives alone, apart from his parrot Mephisto and a positively gothic collection of taxidermy - including a pickled stillborn lamb with two bodies, a very large stuffed peacock and a pre-1920s chimp in a jar.

 

He begs me not to reveal the exact location of his home. "I have this stalker - well, two or three of them actually," he confides, adding that there are some very odd people out there. Gifts have arrived at his door that are "too creepy" to mention for fear of encouraging the senders. "But if I whispered to you the things that were sent, I guarantee you would feel quite out of sorts all day," he says.

 

Oh, do tell, I beg. I have the stomach for it, especially after hearing about the eight-legged lamb and all the other dead things with which he resides. (Small wonder that he's often "between girlfriends" - which he is at present, insisting that he's far too busy to be in a serious relationship at the moment.) But when I press him for details of the gruesome gifts, he firmly refuses to tell, adding that he has enough problems with the flood of unsolicited e-mails he receives - some sad, some bad - a selection of which appear at the end of his book.

 

He gets five-page e-mails from a woman calling herself Jesus Christ, who claims he raped her in Adelaide in 2000. Another puts cards through every letterbox on his street, claiming that he has had uninvited sex with her. Others believe he's beaming psychic messages at them, and threaten to sue accordingly. And there are the letters from strangers who genuinely believe they're romantically involved with, or even married to, Brown. Do they not realise there would be at least 23 of them in the marriage, given that they would have to share Brown with Mephisto, his stuffed squirrels and other curiosities, as well as an aviary of ex-birds, including a penguin?

 

He also shows me shots of some of the celebrity caricatures he paints. He has done an intriguing self-portrait, as well as paintings of stars including Jack Nicholson, Jonathan Ross, Judi Dench, Madonna, Harold Pinter, Richard Dawkins, Anthony Hopkins, Harold Pinter, Brad Pitt and Woody Allen. There's even Kafka, Nietzsche and Beethoven, as well as his parents. Painted in acrylics and all done from photographs, the portraits decorate the walls of his home, particularly the hallway - alongside his stuffed giraffe.

 

Painting is a solitary hobby to which he devotes days on end. He enjoys his own company, and it offsets the gregarious nature of his job. "I like being quiet," he says. He's working towards an exhibition and a coffee-table book. "Painting relaxes me. I really look forward to doing it."

 

The dynamic between character and facial features fascinates him. "Knowing how to read a person's face helps me to read a person's mind," he says, adding that he has painted Robbie Williams because he symbolises a whole area of pop culture. "Before I met Robbie, I'd heard he was quite a fan of the show, so I bought his biography and got lots of photographs out of him." He's quite pleased with the result, as was the singer when he saw it.

 

"The image of celebrity interests me," adds Brown, "and we seem to have a need now to look at photographs of famous people all day. I 'warp' famous people in my paintings, but we all caricature celebrities in our minds."

 

Certainly, we caricature Brown. After all, he has been variously described as being in league with the devil and a prince of the black arts. Sure, he responds, people have strong feelings about him as a celebrity and the baffling things he does in his controversial television and stage shows, such as the sell-out Something Wicked This Way Comes, which toured the UK earlier this year. It's all part of the image - done with mirrors, you might say.

 

But they have to acknowledge "the sheer brilliance" - his description - of his 2003 show Derren Brown Plays Russian Roulette Live, in which he predicted which chamber contained the bullet in a gun being held to his head. He believes the programme won him the hearts and minds of the British public. Then there was the infamous one-off, The Heist, in which he subliminally persuaded three people to participate in an armed robbery, and the much-complained-about Seance, "just a series of tricks mixed with suggestive techniques". He points out that most of the 700 complaints arrived before the show was even aired. All of this has, of course, led to Brown becoming the man lots of people love to hate - "either a balls-out con artist or the scariest man in Britain", according to one newspaper, while Stephen Fry opined, "I just want to burn him at the stake and watch his witch's heart bubble."

 

Brown prefers his own summation of himself as "the world's leading handsome mind-reader", or even "impishly beautiful", a remark he attributes to the Penge Herald. "I prefer all those, because 'psychological illusionist' sounds dead naff, doesn't it?" he says, laughing.

 

Nonetheless, he says, I will probably go away and describe him as surprisingly nervous, intense or even geeky, as most journalists do. For all he knows, he sighs, he may be all of those things. Actually, I go away thinking he's probably the most normal paranormalist you could wish to meet; rather ordinary, seemingly straightforward and very likeable. But, who knows, maybe he has hypnotised me into believing this.

 

He doesn't care for interviews, he says, spooning chocolate-flecked foam off his latte, and is convinced that interviewers always expect someone rather more controlling and impressive. They seem to forget, he says wearily, that he doesn't "mind-fiddle" every minute of the day. What a shame. I had hoped he might hypnotise me into actually understanding his book, which I have read twice: both times it made my brain hurt and I still don't get it.

 

I tell him he's welcome to interfere with my little grey cells, but he declines the offer ever so politely. This is despite the fact that he admits in his book, "There is something so delicious, so deeply satisfying, in arriving at a combination of influences and techniques that form the method behind a great trick or stunt, a joy perhaps not dissimilar to that of a composer or a painter when he finishes a piece.

 

"Yet that delight is something a magician is not allowed to communicate to that body wearily referred to by the cognoscenti as the 'lay' public, as he gazes down from the dizzy ecclesiastical heights of thaumaturgy." For those of you who haven't recently swallowed a dictionary, he's talking about the performing of miracles.

 

There is more - much more - of this sort of stuff, as well as a lot of science and some religion, in the 390 pages of Tricks of the Mind, which is described by his publishers as challenging. I prefer impenetrable since, despite having a relentlessly jokey, self-deprecating style, the book often reads as if it has been written in another language. It's as though something - sense, perhaps? - has been lost in translation.

 

Certainly, Brown lost me for much of the book, which is a pity because I think his intentions in writing it are probably rather laudable. "I have always liked the idea of communicating that excitement and delight in the utilisation of obscure, devilish and esoteric principles, both honest and dishonest. It's a primary driving force behind my work," he writes in his somewhat pompous fashion.

 

The book, he claims, is therefore a genuine attempt to offer an introduction to those areas of mentalism and illusion that he finds endlessly fascinating. Of course he can't explain everything in his ken, nor would he wish to. "I have to retain some mystery, you know."

 

Before he reads my mind, I tell him quickly that I didn't understand chunks of his book. "That's fine," he says soothingly, clearly convinced he's in the company of a dunderhead. "I hope that people will find that it's an honest book. I wanted it to be truthful. Just so long as you enjoyed bits of it."

 

I did enjoy the bits about his childhood - he was "a revoltingly charming child", he claims - and the parts about his years as a happy-clappy evangelical Christian, before he became an apprentice magician and finally Europe's most controversial mentalist. He also lifts the lid on some dubious practices, such as the ouija board and certain aspects of spiritualism, neatly exposing pseudo-scienctific techniques practised by various charlatans in the paranormal industry. And he has a go at alternative medicine, which he once thought of practising himself.

 

He explains how he uses "magic, suggestion, psychology, misdirection and showmanship", and gets stuck into neuro-linguistic programming - subliminal verbal suggestions cued up by gestures or friendly physical touches. He fears this has become another cult. I long to know how he does lots of things. Not the coin tricks to which he devotes an inordinate amount of space, so that we can all go away and do them, or the memory stuff, in which he explains how to memorise football scores, but mind-boggling tricks such as levitating objects.

 

There's an intriguing photograph in his flat. He is pictured with the scientist Dr Robert Smith, and demonstrates levitation. A sherry table is captured as it floats up towards the high ceiling. Afterwards, Smith sat quietly for a few moments and then said, "F**k me, I have no idea." So how did Brown do it? "Now that would be telling," he replies, with one of his trademark satanic smiles.

 

Born in Croydon, Brown is the elder son of a swimming instructor and a former model. He 'got religion' as a child, although his parents were not churchgoers, and were perplexed by his evangelical Christianity. At Bristol University, where he read German and law, he became a full-on Christian with an enormous personal belief. "I really got into it," he recalls. "I had this conviction that there was this force at work in the universe, and I wanted to recruit others. I look back and I find it excruciating. I must have sounded a right prat," he says, nodding again.

 

About five years ago, though, he realised that he no longer believed in God. He became a disillusioned illusionist and rigorously challenging his own beliefs. His Christian friends were freaked out when he started dabbling with hypnotism and card tricks, he remembers. "Anyway, since I stopped believing, nothing bad has happened," he muses. Surely a lot of good has happened. "I guess, but who knows? Maybe it's all a Faustian contract."

 

While still at university, he began doing his magic act at corporate events and restaurants around Bristol. He got into hypnotism because he says he wasn't that good at the close-up stuff. He also adopted a wardrobe of garish clothes: swirling cloaks, red trousers, red shoes, a white trilby and a ginger, spade-shaped beard, which he grew to give his youthful features some gravitas. "But maybe the time has come for it to go," he ponders, stroking the appendage thoughtfully.

 

As he kisses me goodbye, I tell him I don't think he should shave off that curiously pointed thing on his chin. "I won't, if you won't," he replies, with a wicked grin, looking deep into my eyes. What a presumptuous prestidigitator! But, hey presto, I know where he and Mephisto and all those dead parrots live. r

 

Tricks of the Mind, by Derren Brown, is out now (Channel 4 Books, £18.99)

 

Robbie Williams tops calendar chart

Sunday November 26, 2006 09:53 AM)

 

Robbie Williams is next year's hottest calendar pin-up - despite disappointing sales of his most recent album.

 

The singer, 32, is Britain's official calendar stud with the biggest sales so far for 2007.

 

Kylie Minogue, 38, reigns at the top of the girls' calendar list - outselling the likes of Girls Aloud and glamour model Keeley.

 

The top tens are based on sales so far for Danilo, Europe's biggest official calendar company.

 

Sci-fi show Dr Who takes takes second place in the overall calendar chart, following the smash-hit success of the BBC remake.

 

Take That make a return to the top 10 after the band reformed without Robbie.

 

Sir Cliff Richard, who has been in the top 10 for the last 20 years, has rocketed up two places to fourth place.

 

Wayne Rooney and the England football team fail to make the list of favourite sports calendars but Frank Lampard is a newcomer in eighth place.

 

http://uk.news.launch.yahoo.com/dyna/artic...tml&e=l_news_dm

Edited November 26, 200618 yr by Nicky

Look at this http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/music/2006/11/...e_williams.html :o :angry: :angry: :angry: :arrr: :arrr:

 

How the hell was this allowed to be posted in a paper :o :arrr: :arrr:

 

I am ****ing furious :angry: :angry:

I saw it last night Scotty. I was so pissed off I didn't even have the heart to post it on the Backup Site. He's as bitter and twisted as his protegy isn't he? :arrr:

I saw it last night Scotty. I was so pissed off I didn't even have the heart to post it on the Backup Site. He's as bitter and twisted as his protegy isn't he? :arrr:

 

It is Alan McGee's - The former Oasis manager :arrr: :puke2:

 

HOW is this allowed?????????/ :angry: :angry:

 

I see the site if full of music snobs as well :rolleyes:

 

How very sad :rolleyes:

Yes. I know who he is. :puke2: of a man.

Have you posted anything Jup. I was going to but when it comes to these ignorant narrow-minded music snobs there is little point :puke:

 

 

And he clearly has personal issues with Robbie to hate him that much so WHY is this allowed to be printed :puke2:

I wonder if Susie has seen it? Oh lordy! :lol:

 

No. I didn't know you could post anything. I saw it on another Site I think. It wasn't direct from the Guardian.

I wonder if Susie has seen it? Oh lordy! :lol:

 

No. I didn't know you could post anything. I saw it on another Site I think. It wasn't direct from the Guardian.

 

Susie has seen it and has posted a comment, not sure what her username is though :unsure:

 

Go here http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/music/2006/11/...e_williams.html scroll all the way down past the milllions of horrible comments and it will allow you to post. -_-

Who IS this w****r anyway???? :angry:

Who IS this w****r anyway???? :angry:

 

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_McGee :puke2:

From http://www.smh.com.au

 

 

If you listen carefully even pop stars sing the blues

 

November 30, 2006

 

A cynic might look at Robbie Williams and see only a womanising show pony, whose fame and fortune could never allow him to relate to Joe Average. Yet get past the hyped bad-boy image and you'll find a unique and refreshing trait, one that is sorely missed in a world increasingly bent on black-and-white truth. For Williams is a much-needed modern philosopher.

 

His insights may hook into catchy melodies and the lyrics may be less erudite than Plato or Immanuel Kant, but the honesty and intent are real, which makes him accessible. Take these lines from Come Undone: "I'm contemplating thinking about thinking/ It's overrated, just get another drink and/ watch me come undone."

 

The 17th-century French thinker Blaise Pascal would likely be proud of such sentiment, having himself arrived at the confounding conclusion that the mind is a misleading faculty that seems to have been made to lead us into necessary error. Williams seems to believe our rational mind is inadequate when it comes to steering the right path. Pascal believed we are guided by the heart, noting that reason forever will be ignorant of how life's most vital choices are conjured.

 

Williams's sense of irony holds up - just. You can sometimes feel the self-parody drifting into the sneering crudeness of which he, too, is critical.

 

But Williams is among the few stars with a mass audience willing to admit "I'm searching for something beyond my understanding". His songs complement philosopher Denis Diderot's despairing quip that whether God exists or not He ranks among the most sublime and useless truths for humanity. Williams's 2002 single Feel is a classic example of such anguish: "Come and hold my hand/ I want to contact the living./ Not sure I understand/ this role I've been given./ I sit and talk to God/ and He just laughs at my plans./ My head speaks a language/ I don't understand."

 

Much of his work is a call for men to feel more. To trust their hearts. But he also suspects their great successes of the recent past offer no real clue how this is to be done. Material wealth and hedonism don't satisfy and are eventually baffling. Did I just feel an excess of pleasure, or did I simply think I felt it?

 

Williams epitomises the Western male at the top of his game. Whereas previous generations may have subverted their fears and insecurities, he hangs it all out in the metaphysical breeze.

 

Aware of the tussle between heart and mind, he acknowledges the battle is being lost. If only the universe - hot babes in particular - would take the time to appreciate the deeper, passionate man. It's hard to hang on.

 

"I just want to feel real love,/ feel the home that I live in./ 'Cause I got too much life,/ running through my veins,/ going to waste./ I don't want to die/ but I ain't keen on living either./ Before I fall in love,/ I'm preparing to leave her."

 

Of course, receptive women will be disappointed. They help but hinder. Men try to become better men for them, all the while knowing that if they fail the woman's inevitable departure will leave them devastated and directionless. Best, then, to cover up their faults, buying time to understand why goodness for its own sake makes sense.

 

"If I stop lying,/ I'd just disappoint you./ If I ever hurt you,/ your revenge will be so sweet."

 

Before entering the priesthood in the fourth century, Augustine of Hippo beseeched God to grant him chastity and continence - but not quite yet.

 

The same commitment dilemma exists today, only more intensely. Williams is the archetypal modern man caught in emotional no-man's land. Rational to the point of being sceptical of all that our brilliant intellect has achieved, he's tired of thinking.

 

Yet without more questioning, he lacks a definitive reason for an unconditional surrender to his heart's deepest desires: the love of the right woman and a God-given purpose.

 

Whatever you think of his music and tattoos, at least Williams is frank about the darkness that besets most men at some stage or another. His heart-felt tilt at life's big questions is a true measure of the man, as it also is for non-rock stars.

 

Mark Christensen is a consultant and writer.

 

 

 

From http://www.news.com.au

 

 

Test for Robbie

 

ROBBIE Williams is expected to be a star guest at the Ashes second Test in Adelaide next Tuesday.

 

However, he could end up not going, like Elton John in Brisbane. John was all set to go on the fourth day, but decided not to.

 

Kylie Minogue is also in Adelaide during the Ashes

 

From http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk

 

 

AL'S POP AT ROBBIE

McGee slams former Take That star for being 'the Cliff Richard of our generation'

Exclusive by Beverley Lyons & Showbiz Liz

RECORD label boss and Oasis founder Alan McGee claims Robbie Williams is a crime against music who is destroying British pop culture.

 

Former Creation man Alan, who now manages Dirty Pretty Things, Mogwai and King Biscuit Time, berated the former Take That star for being 'utterly vacant', and accused him of being the Cliff Richard of our generation.

 

The Poptones record label boss - writing on his blog - said: "Robbie Williams is not a British hero. He's not even an all-round entertainer.

 

"He truly is the new Cliff Richard for our generation and who in their right mind wants one of them?"

 

Robbie has long been an enemy of Oasis brothers Noel and Liam Gallagher, with their ongoing feuds making headlines around the world, and it seems that Alan shares the same venom for the singer.

 

Agreeing with Noel' snow famous statement that Robbie is an 'all round c**p dancer who can't sing too well either', he added: "He was rubbish in Take That, and they were an atrocity of a band - God help us now they're back. Yet solo, he's even worse than they are."

 

 

Alan, 46, who was born in East Kilbride, says he's not surprised Robbie hasn't yet managed to crack the States, despite spending a huge amount of time there.

 

 

He said: "No wonder the Yanks don't want him, no matter how much money the CEO of EMI throws at it.

 

 

"They were almost giving the last CD away for free in the States and still nobody bought one."

 

 

Alan despairs when he hears Robbie being mentioned in the same breath as George Michael or Elton John.

 

 

He said: "These people are brilliant, world class musical talents. Robbie's just a showbiz chancer.

 

 

"To me, Robbie is a crime against music.

 

 

"It's people like him who are destroying British pop culture. He has one per cent of Mick Jagger's talent.

 

 

"He's the post 9/11 feel good factor. He doesn't mean anything. He's utterly vacant."

 

 

Alan's hatred of Robbie goes back to 1995 when the singer used to hang about the Oasis caravan at Glastonbury.

 

 

At that time he was in Take That and was friendly with the Gallagher brothers.

 

 

He even got drunk before appearing on stage with them at the music festival, and leaving Take That three weeks later to go it alone.

 

 

Referring to their former friendship, Alan added: "Unfortunately, he never really went away after that in our lives."