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Hail Keanu,
I think these photos are from ’96.
I’d been out all night and went straight to the shoot from a club; Browns.
It was my first time meeting photographer Julian Broad, who I love.
The gentlest of gentlemen.
We’ve done countless shoots since this one.
I don’t remember what the shoot was for.
And by the looks of it, my willy doesn’t know what it’s for either.
We all like to think,
“Back in the day I could go from the club to work…”
I couldn’t then.
I couldn’t now.
But I did.

I’m not a fan of how I look.
I don’t like what I see in the mirror… or in photos.
But I can see I’m not ugly here.
In fact… I think I look quite handsome.
That’s a strange thing to admit.

I’m not fishing for compliments either, I’m just sharing.

Thank you for your writing ideas. I’ve started something… It’s quite long.
(Fill in with your own willy joke.)
Stay tuned….
Namaste FFS

📸 @julian_broad_studio

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Hail Keanu,
Intuition asks -
“What is something you believe that most people don’t talk about?”
Well… I don’t believe with a big B.
But I think all sorts of things people would deem the domain of the lunatic are… possible. Small p.
Want a list of things I think are at least on the table?
You’re having one anyway.
Angels/Jesus/UFOs / UAPs (whatever we’re calling them now)/Ghosts / Spirits/Poltergeists/Hauntings/Shadow people/Residual energy / “stone tape theory”/Alien abduction/Greys, Nordics, Reptilians/Men in Black/Crop circles/Ancient aliens / intervention theory/Loch Ness Monster/Bigfoot / Sasquatch/Mothman/Chupacabra/Jersey Devil/Yeti/Telepathy/Telekinesis/Remote Viewing/Astral projection/Lucid dreaming/Past lives / reincarnation/Time travel/Time slips/Déjà vu/Parallel universes/Simulation theory/Demons / Entities/Near-death experiences/life after death/Karma/Synchronicity/Consciousness beyond the brain/Energy fields / auras / Psychedelics as access points / Interdimensional beings /Quantum consciousness… Even f***ing Mermaids.

Hold on.
Not actually f***ing them. You know what I mean!
Look.. I’m not saying, “This is real.”
I’m just saying, “I’m not sure it isn’t.”
So… two little “the universe is having a laugh” moments from a week last Friday….
I’m writing some lyrics (a rap, actually ) and I mention a certain company.
Very niche. Not something you’d casually know. Not something I’ve ever said out loud…
The following Monday they ask for me to be considered for a project.
Only I had heard the song.
The day before that, I’d phoned my managers and said “We need to collaborate with a dance label” for something I’m working on…
They suggest a company….
The next day…
the Head of that company arrives and is staying at the same resort as me and my family.
Same place. Less than a minute’s walk away….
Never met him before.
Lovely fella.
If that’s coincidence, they’re pretty big coincidences.
And it happens. All the time.
More and more as I get older.
At what point does “mad” become
“ a noticeable pattern”?
You got any coincidence stories?
Namaste FFS,
Small p Bob x

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Great article

The Magic of Robbie Williams and the Power of the Crowd

There are artists who meticulously control every second of their performance-every note, every light cue, every movement planned to perfection. And then there’s Robbie Williams.

At first glance, that might sound like a contradiction. After all, Robbie Williams is known for his commanding stage presence, his charisma, and his ability to hold tens of thousands of people in the palm of his hand. But what truly sets him apart isn’t control-it’s his willingness to let go of it.

“Angels” and the Power of Letting Go

When the Crowd Becomes the Artist

Take his performance of Angels, arguably his most iconic track. He knows the song’s power. He knows the audience will sing every word, often louder than the speakers themselves. And instead of dominating that moment, he steps back. Literally. He gives thestage-and the spotlight-to the crowd.

In most concerts, that might feel like a cop-out. Fans pay to hear the artist sing, after all. But in that moment, something remarkable happens. The performance transforms into something collective. The boundary between artist and audience dissolves. It’s no longer a show being delivered-it’s an experience being shared.

When the Crowd Becomes the Artist

[Front+Back] Robbie Williams with Roy Division Unknown Pressures Shirt

And perhaps that’s the real mark of someone who has “already won it all.” Not the need to prove anything, but the confidence to relinquish control.
A similar moment comes to mind with Noel Gallagher during a performance at Lollapalooza in San Isidro. When he played Don’t Look Back in Anger, he did much the same thing-letting the audience carry the song. At first, it can feel surprising, even slightly disappointing, especially if it’s your first time seeing him live. You expect to hear him, not thousands of voices around you. But then something shifts.

You find yourself singing-maybe off-key, maybe louder than you intended-but completely immersed. The imperfections don’t matter. In fact, they’re the point. It becomes one of those rare moments where music stops being a performance and becomes a memory you own.

Imperfection Makes the Moment

For many, those are the moments that stay with you long after the lights go down.
That’s the paradox of artists like Robbie Williams and Noel Gallagher. They could control everything, but they choose not to-at least not all the time. They understand that the most powerful part of live music isn’t perfection; it’s connection.

Beyond the Stage: Fame, Criticism, and Reality

The Magic of Robbie Williams and the Power of the Crowd

Of course, stepping back doesn’t mean stepping away from the spotlight entirely. Artists of this caliber still carry the weight of public scrutiny. Recently, Robbie Williams made headlines for firing back at a podcast host who labeled him a “fraud” and a “redcoat.” True to form, he didn’t stay silent. His response was sharp, emotional, and very public-a reminder that even seasoned performers are not immune to criticism or conflict.

Why These Moments Stay With Us

But in a way, that contrast makes those onstage moments even more meaningful. Offstage, there are opinions, headlines, and controversies. Onstage, there’s just the music-and the people.

Maybe that’s why moments like “Angels” resonate so deeply. They strip away everything else. No ego, no defense, no noise-just a shared voice rising from the crowd.

The True Power of Letting Go

In the end, it’s not about whether the artist sings every note. It’s about whether they create a space where something real can happen. And when someone like Robbie Williams steps aside, even for a minute, he’s not losing control.

Conclusion: Robbie Williams and the Power of the Crowd

What makes live music unforgettable isn’t just technical perfection or flawless vocals-it’s the feeling of being part of something bigger than yourself. Artists like Robbie Williams and Noel Gallagher understand that deeply. By stepping back and allowing the audience to take over, they transform concerts into shared emotional experiences rather than one-sided performances.

The Magic of Robbie Williams and the Power of the Crowd

Robbie Williams say struggles with ‘mental illness and drugs and sh*t’ fuelled career resurgence

Robbie Williams says past pain helped a creative resurgence and feels like a "brand new artist".

By Louisa Eagle

Wednesday, April 15, 2026 12:49 PM

Robbie Williams says his past struggles with mental illness and drug addiction have contributed to a renewed sense of purpose in his career - insisting he feels like a “brand-new artist again”.

The Angels singer has long been open about his struggles with inner demons at the height of his career, which saw him rise from boyband success with Take That to one of the UK’s biggest ever solo pop stars before periods of rehabilitation and time away from the spotlight.

Now, Robbie Williams says those same experiences have helped shape what he describes as a renewed chapter in his music career.

Robbie - who scored his 16th number one album this year with BRITPOP - said performing in Las Vegas forced him to reintroduce himself to audiences unfamiliar with his work, despite his long-standing success in the UK and internationally.

He told Esquire: “I did a residency at the Wynn in Vegas, and because North America is not acquainted with what I do pervasively, I had to sell myself to the people who book the acts. I was like, 'Mate, I’m a swear-y Frank Sinatra with tattoos.'

“I’m in these stadiums doing these massive shows, but people at dinner parties are asking me if I still do music. I feel as if I’m a brand-new artist again, and I’m about to experience my business in a way I didn’t the first time around because of mental illness and drugs and shit.”

He said the experience of restarting in some markets has reshaped how he views his career trajectory and creative identity.

Williams catapulted to fame in 1990 with Take That alongside Gary Barlow, Mark Owen, Howard Donald and Jason Orange, describing it as a disorientating experience that had a massive psychological impact and changed his relationship with success.

He said: “Whatever happens when you get the bends is what happens when you become famous.”

But despite the personal setbacks, Robbie feels more grounded and creatively energised than before.

He said: “I feel as though I’m about to get lucky again, and this time I’m grateful and happy. I’m wide-eyed. I’m new again.”

The father-of-four says fatherhood fundamentally changed his priorities and sense of responsibility.

Robbie said: “When my first kid, Teddy, arrived, it was terrifying for so many different reasons. I couldn’t look after myself. How on earth was I going to look after a precious soul?”

Robbie and his wife Ayda Field have daughter Theodora (Teddy), 13, Charlton (Charlie), 11, Colette (Coco), seven, and Beau, five.

Robbie Williams say struggles with ‘mental illness and drugs and sh*t’ fuelled career resurgence | Contactmusic.com

Really lovely post by brit_cult , link to instagram below

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brit_cult I get invited to things sometimes now. Because I write long Instagram captions about things I’m into and I’ve acquired a few follwers. And honestly, most of it terrifies me.

I’m not a journalist. I’ve been really lucky to write about clothes and fashion, but I’m a pop culture superfan. My writing isn’t really critical -it’s mostly just me celebrating the things I love. So when I’m around journalists, I feel a bit silly. Like I don’t quite belong at their table.

I’m not a musician either. Not for lack of trying. I was in bands, wrote songs, played gigs no one came to. So when I meet artists I love, I feel like a competition winner. And worse - like they can tell. They probably can’t. They’re probably just glad someone’s saying nice things about them. But still. That feeling sticks.

And I’m not an intellectual. But because of this page, I end up in rooms with people from the arts and literature world. People who feel… serious. And I’m there because I’ve written long captions about Big Brother.

I’m so grateful for this page. Genuinely. It’s mad that anyone wants to read what I write.

But all of those feelings - that’s why I love Robbie Williams.

That’s why I keep coming back to him, over and over again. He’s my Morrissey. Or whoever it is for you when you feel on the outside of things.

He’s spoken about it so much. After Take That, being pushed to the side, not quite fitting into the ‘indie’ world, getting massive success and still feeling like he didn’t deserve it. And then eventually just owning it.

The king of light entertainment. Or heavy, as he calls it.

So last night I’m sitting in the car, completely in my head again. Not cool enough, not clever enough, not whatever enough.

And then I do what I always do. I go back to Robbie.

So here we are. Again.

Posting about Robbie Williams. My hero. Forever.

It’s not big. It’s not cool. It’s not clever.

But neither am I.

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Hail Keanu.
For all the grown ups in the family…
My wife has bought tickets for the theatre tomorrow.
She has given me the option of coming or not coming.
Which is nice.
I think if I don’t go she’ll be cool about it.
But much like a lot of relationships, I’m not 100% sure she’ll be “cool with it”…
or what percentage hurt she will be by my non-attendance.
Let’s say it’s 10% hurt.
Is that something I can navigate, guilt-wise, for a quiet evening on my computer?
Or will 5% hurt give me 40% guilt?
A steady 30% leakage?
It’s a game time decision.
We’ll see…

Thing is with the theatre…
I’ve realised at 52, I’ve never been at half time and thought
“Can’t wait for the second half.”
Indeed I always want to go home.
In the second half, though quicker,
I’m still Daniel Bedingfield
“I gotta get through this”.

Earlier on in life I’ve been to some “thinky” plays.
Sticking it out so I look like someone who would be into this kind of stuff.
Not being able to concentrate on the main character because that role was already filled by me.

I like musicals on film, so it’s not a musical problem.
And I’m always blown away by people’s talent.
But… you know… ADHD, I guess.

Book of Mormon is my favourite theatre experience.
What’s yours?
And do you feel the same way?
Namaste FFS
Rob x

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What's Robbie up to in New York

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The word that pi**es me off is the word "like" used very two seconds in a sentence

Hail Keanu
Another thing I’ve noticed Americans (East Coast in particular) say that we British don’t…
You’re in a professional setting.
A waiter pours your drink.
Someone hands you something.
You say: “Thank you.”
They say: “Of course.”
With the air of someone who planned it all before you walked in.
“I said I would… and here I am… doing it.”
Not grumpy. Not reluctant.
Jaunty. Whimsical.
A little flourish of duty fulfilled.
But still… Of course… what?

Now, I like “you got it.” That one I’m on board with…
“Thank you for my burger.”
“You got it, man.”
Suddenly I’m in an 80s film. Everything’s fine. I trust the system.

I’m on a plane (as I write this), East Coast America.
Hostess takes my empty Coke can.
“Thank you very much,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” she replies.
Wonderful. Civilisation. We move on.

But “of course”…
As an American, they mean:
“Happy to help.”
As a Brit, I hear:
“Well obviously. It’s my job.”
Delivered with a whimsical bounce,
but I’m detecting…
“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have to.”

Which is still better than the West Coast classic:
You say thank you.
They say: “Uh-huh.”
Uh-f***ing-huh?
No.

My brother-in-law used to say it.
After the 50th time I pulled him aside.
“Mate. When someone says thank you…
you say you’re welcome… or my pleasure.”
He nods. Takes it in.
Next day; he does something nice.
I say thank you.
He puts up finger guns.
Raises his eyebrows.
Wide-eyed, like a puppy bringing you the paper:
“My pleasure.”
Yes, Dylan. That’s it.
By Jove, I think he’s got it.
I’m like a chav Professor Henry Higgins.

And writing this… I realise…I’ve become my father.
f***.

My Dad has a thing about sports presenters saying
“I have to say…”
before something they absolutely don’t have to say.
But it is actually their job. So yeah, Dad…they do have to say.

Oh no.
There’s more work to be done on myself.

Apart from “uh-huh.”
I do have to say…
f*** uh-huh.

What moments in spoken language piss you off?

Namaste FFS,
Professor Robbie Higgins

PS: I didn’t go to the theatre with Ayda.
I was genuinely ill.

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"Jesus on the crocs" 😂

How does he even think up this stuff? 🤣

robbiewilliams/Hail Keanu. I’m in America, and I’ve just realised something about being British that feels both elegant and deeply repressed.
We say “cheers” all the time. For everything. A drink, a thank you, a goodbye. A small emotional acknowledgement that something has happened… and we’d rather not explore it.
“Cheers.”
Turns out, “cheers” actually means enthusiastic, high-volume shouts of approval, encouragement, or joy from a group of people.
Which means, technically, every time I’ve quietly muttered “cheers” to a waiter, I’ve actually meant:
WOOOOOOO!!! YES!!! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!!! YOU’VE DONE IT!!!
But I said it like I was apologising for existing.
Americans, on the other hand, seem much closer to the original brief. They actually do the noise. “Let’s go!” “Yessss!” Clapping. Volume. Commitment to the moment.
Meanwhile, I’m there going, “cheers, mate,” like I’ve just avoided eye contact.
I think what we’ve done, as a nation, is take a word that represents collective joy and repurpose it as a socially acceptable substitute for feeling anything in public.
It’s emotional outsourcing. Why shout when you can whisper the idea of shouting?
“Cheers” is essentially us saying: “I acknowledge that joy is appropriate here… but I will not be performing it.”
It’s the linguistic equivalent of a standing ovation performed internally.
Anyway. I’ll keep using it. Obviously.
Interesting yesterday, watching the comments come in on our “picking Teddy up from school” video. Overwhelmingly positive, lots of laughter. The other week I didn’t do “the embarrassing thing.” I looked over, and she gave me a little nod: “Go on, Dad… do the thing.” She’s actually more let down when I don’t. Bless her.
She is embarrassed by my hairy legs, though. So I’ve shaved them ever since. Which is why my blade was blunt… and why I cut my face. In trying not to embarrass her, I’ve maimed myself. A metaphor?
Namaste FFS,
Rob x

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😂

Edited April 29Apr 29 by Laura130262

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Hail Keanu,
More and more these days I’ve been calling myself The Forrest Gump of Pop.
Where I find myself, and who I find myself with, continues to amaze me.
It leaves me somewhere between bewilderment and gratitude.
None more so than today- watching Bon Jovi rehearse.
Me, my wife, and my friend Christian made up the entire audience.
I first met Jon Bon Jovi in ’98. I was performing at a Versace show.
We bumped into each other afterwards, and he said something kind to me about how I go about what I do on stage.
Now here’s the thing - showbiz people say showbiz things.
We mostly mean them… just in a slightly roundabout way.
But there was something about Jon saying what he said;
he f***ing meant it.
Jon Bon Jovi saw something in me.
He recognised what I was doing as something that mattered… or maybe something more than just OK or good.
It wasn’t just a moment for me.
It was Jon Bon f***ing Jovi giving me some kind of blessing.
Anyway… that’s what transpired in my head.
And it meant the world to me.
Jon and his band are an American institution…
the Empire State Building, Route 66, blue jeans… Bon Jovi.
You become an institution by outlasting the moment that made you;
by turning up again and again and again and again,
by transmitting something more vital than the dying embers of the fading signals around you.
Battle-scarred. Still fighting. Still victorious.
Bon Jovi are on tour this year.
The setlist made me want to start my career over
and do it properly this time. 😊
The band: brand new, a machine with massive soul.
They make you feel like the heart of America we fell in love with still lives , still breaths , still beats.
And Jon’s voice sounds like a ’69 Ford Mustang… giving you a cuddle.
Anyway, life keeps putting me in rooms with people I deeply admire.
And every now and then, one of them reminds me that I’m supposed to be there too.
Thank you to Jon, the band, and the crew.
I’m very grateful.
Go see the show. Go feel something… something that matters.
Namaste FFS,
Robbie f***ing Williams

Anyway, life keeps putting me in rooms with people I deeply admire.

And every now and then, one of them reminds me that I’m supposed to be there too.

❤️

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That's a great blog.

Jon Bon Jovi is another one who doesn't seem to age and still going strong. 👍

" WILLIAMS all the way "

@aydafieldwilliams

What an amazing @f1 weekend!! Kicking off the weekend on Friday…Thank you @williamsf1official for an incredible experience…AWilliams for AWilliams 🙌

And @richardmille what awesome event @lewishamilton @charles_leclerc @rafaelnadal Absolute legends!

What a whirlwind…🏁❤️😎AWx #f1 #miami #needforspeed

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@robbiewilliams Hail Keanu,
Integritas Et Cacas,
So I brushed my teeth last night.
Walking back to bed, my tongue was doing something new…
a new crevice, a new nook.
To be honest, it felt cool.
I hadn’t put two and tooth together until I smiled at Ayda
and she took a sharp intake of breath.
It was then I realised:
“Ah. New cool feeling is half a tooth missing.”
Ayda laughed. I laughed.
Then she said I look like Dumb and Dumber.
Fair enough. I guess I do.
Here’s the thing:
I’m in Miami.
The superstar that gave me these new gnashers is in LA.
And I’ve got some shows coming up.
Does this mean I have to fly five hours to fix it?
Or… is this my new look now?
If I can’t get it done in time,
should I just black it out like ’95 Glasto?

What you saying ?
Is this a repair or a rebrand ?

Namaste FFS,
Lobby Wiwams x

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Me thinks Mr Williams has too much time on his hands at the minute

Hail Keanu,
Integritas Et Cacas,

Sorted.

Namaste FFS,

Gobby.

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