You know I cannot remember the last time Rob has some something bad against Oasis publicly in recent times. I know they were both as bad as each other a few years ago, but Rob seems to have let it go, and thats what ticks me off now. Rob says nothing now but they can't resist a jibe at him at every sniff of an opportunity...and thats sad :arrr: .

 

I was on the outside looking in, and so when I found out about the fued between Robbie and Liam

and Noel, I looked for all the info I could find on it. Everything I found pointed to the fact that liam

started it by calling rob that fat dancer from TT. Then it went on from there where robbie called

liam out to a boxing match which liam declined! :lol:

I thought it was big of robbie to leave it at that because if liam had called me a fat dancer and if

i had the power, he would have suffered a great deal more! :lol:

I was proud of robbie for the way he handled it and I felt it was very mature of him!

But you know, if someone hits you, you hit them back...thats the way i am anyway, you cant

just let people just do and say what they want, you have to defend yourself....dont you?? -_-

 

Even still tho, i will never ever forgive anyone on earth who would stick the knife into someone

and twist it, who is clearly in pain and needs and wants help!

Do rich people have pain, do rich ppl deserve their pain, should rich ppl always be eternally

gratefull and never ever feel pain??? I think everyone no matter who, has a right to their

own pain, and a right to try and help themselves privately without ppl throwing them insults

and more pain! :angry:

Edited February 17, 200718 yr by Supreme

All Robbie has done in the past is retaliate to what Liam/Noel have said to offend him. He is an adult and has grown up a long time ago and doesnt have to insult people to gain attention. Why would anyone at their age bother is beyond me?

 

The worst thing Rob has said in the past, is slag off one of their albums, hardly the same as making idiotic comments saying Robs only looking for attention by going to rehab. Trust Liam to make such an insanly ignornat comment, even by his standards. Robbie is clearly not looking for attention and if he wanted publicty their are tones of ways of getting it, starting which actually promoting his album/single which he has'nt so it is just a very silly thing to say. He has a mental illness and has an addictive personality and has gone to seek help., yet gets slagged off and told he is looking for attention by people who make carear out of doing so. It's just beggers belief.

 

I have always found the whole Rob v Oasis thing very amusing in the past like yourself, but this is very different. None of us know what state Robbie was in, or how low he was. It must've been very bad for him to go into a 35 day course in rehab. His own sisters feared he would'nt still be alive if he had'nt have gone in there so to here Liam make such ignorant remarks is completelly uncalled for, but expected from him tbh. And then for Noel to say, 'he's soft' or whatever comment he made. You'd think they were a bunch of uneducated kids or something.

 

And I have no intention of throwing their cd's out cause they are one of my favourite bands, but slagging off in an entertaining way is one thing, but accusing someone who is clearly seriously ill is not acceptable IMO.

 

I love OASIS - but face it Liam is a ' t*** ' always was - he has a big mouth & will not change. The papers have just used the idiot for their own purposes & he has fell for it once again......... It will always get up his nose that Rob was there first with Nic - ' Ouch ' that really upsets Liam. I think he feels that people laugh behind his back because of the Rob / Nic thing.

Rob will be back better than ever - keep that thought in your head because it will happen.... he just needs a bit of time to get sorted out....

 

http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/showbiz/a42845...es-motives.html

 

 

Liam "suspicious" over Robbie's motives

Saturday, February 17 2007, 11:02 GMT

 

By Daniel Kilkelly

 

 

Liam Gallagher has described Robbie Williams' decision to check into rehab as "suspicious".

 

According to The Mirror, the Oasis star has been overheard telling friends that he believes Robbie hoped to overshadow his lack of success at the Brits by hitting headlines for his addiction to prescription drugs.

 

"If you ask me, it's f***ing suspicious," Liam complained. "He gets himself on all the f****ing front pages on that day, going into rehab, so everyone's going 'Ah poor poor f***ing Robbie', how f***ing sad.'

 

"And, if he hadn't gone into rehab, everyone would have been going, 'Oh look, Robbie's got f*** all at the Brits and his album was s*** and no-one gives a f*** about him any more.'"

 

http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/tm_headl...-name_page.html

 

 

DOWN SIDE OF LIVING IN LA LA LAND

John Mckie

BAD news for David and Victoria Beckham. Some of their staff have been refused permits to work in Los Angeles.

 

Think about it, no self-respecting visa authority would let Victoria's singing teacher into their country.

 

But that particular city really should encourage more celebrity limpets to stay at home.

 

There's something about California which brings out the worst in wannabes.

 

Robbie Williams decided five years ago that London was full of vacuous airheads obsessed with fame, so he moved to, er, LA.

 

If Robbie wanted to go somewhere no one would mob him, why didn't he move into Gary Barlow's house?

 

 

Of course, Robbie checked himself into rehab this week after admitting an addiction to prescription pills. That's a peculiarly LA problem, as private US healthcare can mean the rich will pay doctors who are paid to prescribe them pretty much what the buyer wants.

 

 

That's the trigger for Winona Ryder's shoplifting, and taking them is partly what set Anna Nicole Smith on her rocky road to ruin. Stars wouldn't have been given all those pills in Britain.

 

 

But that's LA. A place that caters to every whim of the rich and famous. Elvis Presley, River Phoenix, Dudley Moore, it's debatable, but they'd surely all have been around for longer if they'd lived in a saner city.

 

 

OJ Simpson, Phil Spector, Hugh Grant - all had their high-profile moments of madness in LA.

 

 

As for Spice Girls going there, Victoria beware. Geri ended up pregnant and split up from her fella. Mel B has come back pregnant with not even a Beverly Hills cot.

 

 

LA is also where Russell Brand "honed" his script for the BRIT awards... nuff said.

 

 

They say confession is good for the soul. Going to LA is the opposite.

 

 

This week Billy Elliot star Jamie Bell, a Geordie, and Devon's Joss Stone turned up at the Baftas and BRITs respectively, slurring in ludicrous Californian twangs.

 

 

Staggering on stage and wandering towards the audience as if she was standing in for Oprah, Joss drawled in amid-Atlantic accent: "Big, big, BIG love to Robbie Williams... he's strong" and then proceeded to try and sing Amy Winehouse's Rehab.

 

 

Listen to your inner Amy, Joss - No, no, no. She has clearly been spending too much time in California. And if she's been hanging out with Robbie, no wonder he checked into a treatment centre.

 

 

He should move back to Britain, but not London. Gary Barlow stayed home in Cheshire, and stayed sane. Now Gary's back, and unless he requires cake rehab or moves to LA, he'll be fine.

 

 

Still, as Robbie does the whole "Hello, I'm Robbie and I'm addicted to pills" routine in Arizona, he can console himself with something.

 

 

That room must be the biggest audience he has had in the States for ages.

 

 

The Tabloids stretch things which can be nothing at all <_<

That room must be the biggest audience he has had in the States for ages.

 

f***ing asshole...I'm sick of reading this c**p.

OMG does every freaking thing have to turn into a story about rob?? :angry:

I never heard rob ever say in any interview that the ppl in LA were

airheads??? Did anyone else??

I was hoping for something positive today! :(

I feel robbie went in on his birthday, because its a known fact that

ppl who suffer from depression have trouble with holidays and

especially birthdays! Also a birthday is a time when a lot of us may

go overboard when celebrating.....going in on ones birthday is a good

plan and i think he had no control over the fact the brit awards were

aired that week....last year he didnt win anything did he? He didnt worry

about that then! Why should he care....he's the king of the brit awards

with 15 of them! -_-

THE SUNDAY PAPERS

 

Stress and a Superstar: What's eating Robbie Williams?

Wealth, fame and adoration - he has it all, but still contentment eludes him and his addictions have again prompted him to seek medical help. Charles Shaar Murray investigates the man behind the mask

Published: 18 February 2007

What, exactly, is the matter with Robbie Williams? Why isn't he enjoying it all? After all, he's 33 and single, the idol of millions, stupefyingly rich, desired by all manner of pretty people of all known genders, the owner of a comfortable home in Los Angeles and the performer and co-writer of a solid catalogue of hits at least one of which, "Angels", is on the playlist for any number of weddings and funerals. So where did it all go wrong?

 

Robbie Williams last week checked into a rehab clinic in Arizona to rid himself of a severe dependency on anti-depressants which, according to some accounts, he washes down with as many as 36 double espressos and copious draughts of Red Bull - a caffeine intake sufficient to unnerve Keith Richards himself.

 

In the same week, EMI, the record company which signed him only five years ago for a reported £80m advance, predicted a 15 per cent drop in profits and warned darkly of possible job cuts. They cite poor performance in the American market, which has proved less than susceptible to Williams's legendary charm.

 

No one specifically cited the company's investment in his disappointing US venture as a contributory factor, but the industry has major form when it comes to throwing enormous sums at artists just as their careers peak, and then commence the downward slide. The words "Mariah Carey" and "Michael Jackson" still echo in the nightmares of troubled Sony stockholders.

 

To add insult to injury, a reunion tour by the other four members of Take That, the boy band that launched his career, has proved far more successful than anybody could possibly have predicted.

 

Their comeback hit, "Patience", scooped Best Single at last week's Brit awards: after collecting their gong, they didn't even mention Williams. Meanwhile Amy Winehouse, celebrating her win as Best British female, growled her hit lyric, "They tried to make me go to rehab/I said no, no, no."

 

Williams has taken home more Brit awards in his time than any other artist, both as a member of Take That and as a soloist, but he wasn't even in the running this year. His latest album, Rudebox, was greeted with derisive reviews and derisory sales. Falling out with his long-term collaborator and co-writer Guy Chambers certainly didn't help.

 

Williams's ongoing relationship with Take That, the group he joined when he was 16, has been almost an archetypal rock and rollercoaster ride. He responded to his 1995 ousting by seeking out an instant credibility injection in the form of extensive semi-public boozing and coke-snorting in the company of Oasis, fellow Mancs and front-runners in the Bad Boy stakes. They soon fell out: Noel Gallagher famously dismissed him as "that fat dancer from Take That".

 

The Gallaghers certainly bear grudges: picking up their own Brit award, Noel of that ilk described Williams's music as "dog $h!t," while Liam, whose wife, Nicole Appleton, is a former girlfriend of Williams, was slightly more eloquent, according to The Sun, which once again wore out its corporate asterisk key.

 

"What's his f***in' problem, man? "We all know what it is - he's a f***in' drama f***in' queen. If you've got a f***in' problem, why do you want the whole world knowing about it? He has to be on the front f***in' pages, doesn't he? Just sort your f***in' self out. You make a f***in' c**p album then want everyone to feel f***in' sorry for you. "F***in' tosser!"

 

Williams has been troubled for quite some time: his first spell in rehab, brought on by cocaine and alcohol problems, came hard on the heels of his ejection from Take That. He could console himself, though, with the knowledge that, as his personal stock soared - he has sold more records than any other British solo artist - the careers of his former bandmates foundered.

 

Neither Gary Barlow, considered "the talented one" because he took the bulk of the lead vocals and dabbled in songwriting, nor Mark Owen, "the pretty one" whose most notable post-Take That achievement was to win Celebrity Big Brother, made any noticeable mark on the wider world after the disintegration of the band. It is only now, more than a decade later, that his former colleagues have come anywhere near to the spotlight.

 

But clearly wealth, fame, public adoration and a heaped side dish of Schadenfreude are not enough to provide a counterweight to world-class depression.

 

He has spoken frequently - and, unless you happen to be Liam Gallagher, not unmovingly - of his insecurities, of his fear of relationships, of his terror at the thought of parenthood and passing on his inner torment to children, of the "open wound" which, to him, is his life.

 

Just last year, the Asian leg of a world tour had to be cancelled due to the star's "stress and exhaustion".

 

T

From The Independent.

 

THE SUNDAY PAPERS

 

Stress and a Superstar: What's eating Robbie Williams?

 

 

Wealth, fame and adoration - he has it all, but still contentment eludes him and his addictions have again prompted him to seek medical help. Charles Shaar Murray investigates the man behind the mask

Published: 18 February 2007

What, exactly, is the matter with Robbie Williams? Why isn't he enjoying it all? After all, he's 33 and single, the idol of millions, stupefyingly rich, desired by all manner of pretty people of all known genders, the owner of a comfortable home in Los Angeles and the performer and co-writer of a solid catalogue of hits at least one of which, "Angels", is on the playlist for any number of weddings and funerals. So where did it all go wrong?

 

Robbie Williams last week checked into a rehab clinic in Arizona to rid himself of a severe dependency on anti-depressants which, according to some accounts, he washes down with as many as 36 double espressos and copious draughts of Red Bull - a caffeine intake sufficient to unnerve Keith Richards himself.

 

In the same week, EMI, the record company which signed him only five years ago for a reported £80m advance, predicted a 15 per cent drop in profits and warned darkly of possible job cuts. They cite poor performance in the American market, which has proved less than susceptible to Williams's legendary charm.

 

No one specifically cited the company's investment in his disappointing US venture as a contributory factor, but the industry has major form when it comes to throwing enormous sums at artists just as their careers peak, and then commence the downward slide. The words "Mariah Carey" and "Michael Jackson" still echo in the nightmares of troubled Sony stockholders.

 

To add insult to injury, a reunion tour by the other four members of Take That, the boy band that launched his career, has proved far more successful than anybody could possibly have predicted.

 

Their comeback hit, "Patience", scooped Best Single at last week's Brit awards: after collecting their gong, they didn't even mention Williams. Meanwhile Amy Winehouse, celebrating her win as Best British female, growled her hit lyric, "They tried to make me go to rehab/I said no, no, no."

 

Williams has taken home more Brit awards in his time than any other artist, both as a member of Take That and as a soloist, but he wasn't even in the running this year. His latest album, Rudebox, was greeted with derisive reviews and derisory sales. Falling out with his long-term collaborator and co-writer Guy Chambers certainly didn't help.

 

Williams's ongoing relationship with Take That, the group he joined when he was 16, has been almost an archetypal rock and rollercoaster ride. He responded to his 1995 ousting by seeking out an instant credibility injection in the form of extensive semi-public boozing and coke-snorting in the company of Oasis, fellow Mancs and front-runners in the Bad Boy stakes. They soon fell out: Noel Gallagher famously dismissed him as "that fat dancer from Take That".

 

The Gallaghers certainly bear grudges: picking up their own Brit award, Noel of that ilk described Williams's music as "dog $h!t," while Liam, whose wife, Nicole Appleton, is a former girlfriend of Williams, was slightly more eloquent, according to The Sun, which once again wore out its corporate asterisk key.

 

"What's his f***in' problem, man? "We all know what it is - he's a f***in' drama f***in' queen. If you've got a f***in' problem, why do you want the whole world knowing about it? He has to be on the front f***in' pages, doesn't he? Just sort your f***in' self out. You make a f***in' c**p album then want everyone to feel f***in' sorry for you. "F***in' tosser!"

 

Williams has been troubled for quite some time: his first spell in rehab, brought on by cocaine and alcohol problems, came hard on the heels of his ejection from Take That. He could console himself, though, with the knowledge that, as his personal stock soared - he has sold more records than any other British solo artist - the careers of his former bandmates foundered.

 

Neither Gary Barlow, considered "the talented one" because he took the bulk of the lead vocals and dabbled in songwriting, nor Mark Owen, "the pretty one" whose most notable post-Take That achievement was to win Celebrity Big Brother, made any noticeable mark on the wider world after the disintegration of the band. It is only now, more than a decade later, that his former colleagues have come anywhere near to the spotlight.

 

But clearly wealth, fame, public adoration and a heaped side dish of Schadenfreude are not enough to provide a counterweight to world-class depression.

 

He has spoken frequently - and, unless you happen to be Liam Gallagher, not unmovingly - of his insecurities, of his fear of relationships, of his terror at the thought of parenthood and passing on his inner torment to children, of the "open wound" which, to him, is his life.

 

Just last year, the Asian leg of a world tour had to be cancelled due to the star's "stress and exhaustion".

 

The only time I was ever in the same room with him, at the first night of a revival of The Rocky Horror Show, he was suffering from an acute panic attack in the crowded bar and receiving urgent counselling from a person or persons unknown over his mobile phone.

 

The hackneyed notion of the cheeky-chappie clown whose rictus grin hides a broken heart and a cauldron of inner turmoil is only a cliché if you don't happen to be living it.

 

So what is eating Robbie Williams? What would it take to make him happy, relaxed and confident? More success? More money? A new tattoo? Falling in love with the right girl (or, as he's occasionally playfully hinted, the right boy)?

 

The higher up the showbiz ladder an artist climbs, the further there is to fall. With the major exception of serious US success, Williams has already leaped every hurdle in the industry's obstacle course.

 

It is not unlikely that one reason that he chose to reside in Los Angeles is that he has far more privacy there than he would here: his day-to-day activities generate far less media interest in the US than they would in the UK.

 

He's wealthy enough to be able to live the rest of his life in luxury even if he never sings another note, and he's already confessed that the only way he expects his career to go from now on is "downhill".

 

When an artist is in emotional trouble, the best place to go is to the art. If Robbie Williams was foolhardy enough to seek my advice, I'd tell him to sing the blues. Not literally, of course: but as a music maker, his salvation could come from attempting to make some music that actually evokes and contains what he feels inside - no matter how gruelling or upsetting that music might seem to others.

 

Throughout his career, he has balanced two conflicting imperatives: to shock and to be cute.

 

He's never seemed quite certain whether he wants to be a tattooed love god - a surly rock icon in the Gallagher mould - or the lovable tyke of the Take That years. And that all-consuming eagerness to please becomes less attractive and appropriate with each passing year. Where Kurt Cobain drawled, "Here we are now/entertain us" in Nirvana's "Smells Take Teen Spirit", Williams bawls "Let me entertain you".

 

Can Williams do substance (as opposed to "substances", which is what got him into grown-up levels of trouble in the first place)?

 

To a small extent, he already has. His "Rock DJ" video, in which he strips, first to his appallingly garish skivvies and then right down to the bone, was genuinely memorable.

 

His "You Only Live Twice"-sampling "Millennium" (complete with James Bond dress-up in the video) suggested that when he's finally outgrown his need to please teenagers and their mums, he might make a pretty good adult.

 

"Fading teenage idol in mid-life crisis shock horror"? Has Robbie Williams become the Archie Rice of post-millennial pop?

 

If he has hit the wall, it's because he is sufficiently sensitive - stop laughing at the back of the room, Liam! -- to realise that his internal contradiction has proved irreconcilable.

 

That is the contradiction between who he thinks he needs to be to please his public and who he experiences himself as being when he is alone. Or with his closest friend, his long-time housemate Jonathan Wilkes. Or with his therapist.

 

In the end, he will either face the public with some music that expresses the man behind the gurning mask or he won't face the public at all.

 

Oh, I got the Blues this mornin'...

From The Sunday TimesFebruary 18, 2007

 

Robbie and I know about pills

 

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00137/Jeremy_Clarkson_137842a.jpg

Jeremy Clarkson

 

I wish to state from the outset that, mostly, I have no problem with people taking drugs. If you want to shovel a ton of coke up your nose before going to the Brits, that’s fine by me. Just so long as I don’t have to sit next to you.

 

In fact I read last week that Robbie Williams has checked into rehab because he’s getting though a handful of happy pills, 36 espressos, 60 cigarettes and 20 Red Bulls every day, and I thought “p****â€. If you substitute the happy pills for Nurofen, that’s my daily diet as well, and I’m fine. “Fine, d’you hear.†Apart from the fainting.

 

However, I must say at this point that I intensely dislike all drugs that affect my ability to think properly. You see people in the garden at parties hiding behind trees claiming loudly that Jesus is out there too, and wants to eat them. And you think, “Where’s the fun in that?†And why are you now in the fridge sprinkling frozen peas onto a sherry trifle?

 

I once saw a group of people who’d taken some magic mushrooms, lying on the floor laughing hysterically at a tube of toothpaste. And toothpaste, so far as I can tell, has exactly the same comedic properties as Russell Brand.

 

Magic mushrooms, then, do not make you clever, or horny, or buzzy, all of which would be fine. They make you mental, and that’s not fine at all.

 

I don’t even like to take alcohol in such large quantities that no matter how carefully I marshal my thoughts into a coherent sentence they come out as a steam of incoherent gibberish.

 

Once, in Houston, Texas, I arrived back at my very large hotel and couldn’t remember either what room I was in or my name. So I had to spend the whole night trying my key in each of the doors, a job made doubly hard because they each appeared to have 16 or 17 locks. Fun? No, not really, unless the alternative is being eaten by a shark.

 

The worst drug though, by a mile, is the common or garden sleeping pill. I tried one once, on a flight from Beijing to Paris, and was so removed from anything you might call reality that to this day I have no recollection of the emergency landing we made in Sharjah. Being so out of it that you can sleep through a plane crash: that’s bloody frightening.

 

So last weekend, when I was offered a couple of pills for the flight back to London from South Africa, I smiled and said no. But the paramedic was very pretty and very persuasive and said they were only antihistamines rather than proper sleeping pills, so I relented and as the plane took off popped them into my mouth.

 

The first indication that something was wrong came 20 minutes into the Martin Scorsese film I was watching. It didn’t make any sense. Mark Wahlberg had become Leonardo DiCaprio who, in turn, looked just like Matt Damon. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t care. And then I fell into such a deep sleep that, legally, doctors would have been able to remove my spleen for transplant.

 

The next thing I knew we had landed at Heathrow and Richard Hammond — or it could have been Matt Damon — was shaking my shoulder pointing out that I had to get off. “This isn’t the Circle line,†he said. You can’t just sleep till your stop comes around again.â€

 

I vaguely remember collecting a bag from the carousel — I think it was mine — and driving into central London to the accompaniment of many blown horns and harsh words. And I dimly recall climbing into bed thinking, “I’ll just have an hour’s kip before I go to workâ€.

 

And then it was five hours later, and I still wasn’t entirely sure how the world worked. I stared at my coffee machine for what must have been 20 minutes until the sheer complexity of the thing made me feel all weepy. So I went to work, made a mess of everything, and then went home for more sleep.

 

I’d love to report that the next day I felt refreshed but in fact everything was worse. I wanted to be well, but I couldn’t shake off the immense soggy blanket that had been laid on my head. Or the dead horse that had been nailed to my back.

 

And do you know what? I’d only taken a couple of antihistamine tablets. Whereas in Britain every year 16m full-strength sleeping pill prescriptions are issued each year. Only some of which go to Robbie Williams.

 

Research estimates that anything up to 1.75m people are going through life in a state that puts them somewhere in the middle of the River Styx. Which certainly explains why I meet so many bores in the course of a normal day. Technically, anyone on temazepam is not really what scientists would call “aliveâ€.

 

Certainly I would like to see a law imposed whereby anyone who takes a prescription for sleeping pills is forced to hand over their driving licence. And their children for that matter.

 

You may write to me saying that you have trouble nodding off at night but I have no sympathy because I, too, lie in bed every night, in a fug of smoking primrose oil, with a tummy full of lettuce, counting sheep and I can’t sleep either.

 

But I know that getting though the next day on half an hour’s shuteye is better than trying to get though it with the reaction times, humour, and conversation of a boulder.

 

 

BADLY DRAWN BOY: 'WILLIAMS IS A VICTIM OF FAME'

 

 

 

BADLY DRAWN BOY star DAMON GOUGH has spoken out in support of ROBBIE WILLIAMS, blaming fame for the pop singer's current stay in rehab. Williams was admitted to a clinic in the US on Tuesday (13FEB07), his 33rd birthday, to battle his dependency on prescription drugs. And while some including OASIS brothers NOEL and LIAM GALLAGHER have little sympathy for Williams, Gough sympathises with the pressures that come with superstardom. He says, "I empathise with what Robbie is going through. I've met him a few times and he seemed to be dealing with his level of fame. Everyone looks at someone like him and says, 'He's just a show-off and loves attention.' "Talking about yourself incessantly in interviews, being onstage where you are the centre of attention, writing songs that are going to be scrutinised, being famous and being spotted in the street - it all makes you feel really strange. "Fame - it's just a weird thing and it does psychologically affect you."

 

I find this all very frustrating at the moment. Bad enough that Rob is in rehab, but that means he's getting help and will be alright hopefully.

What's doing my head in are brainless idiots like the Gallaghers or journalists who claim it's all a big joke and Rob only went into rehab for publicity or sympathy. :arrr:

IMO the point of time had nothing to do with the Brits, but with his birthday that happened to be one day before the damn Brits. And if Liam feels that the news stole the show at the ceremony and overshadowed them, which seems to p**s him off, then it just serves him right. :P

From Ulrika Johnson's column in the News of the World today thanks to rwap

 

DON'T LET 'EM STRIP YOU

 

Dearest Robbie

 

When Take That disbanded I'd have put money on you disappearing into obscurity.

 

Indeed, I remember you once joining me on an episode of Shooting Stars. I still see a little boy lost, waiting for your big re-launch.

 

But you were every girl's dream - that mishchievous glint in your eye and a smile to make here go weak at the knees.

 

Some time later we met at a do in London's Soho House. You were in a bad state. I don't know if it was drink or drugs. You may recall I whispered to you to take care.

 

Now you have finally checked yourself into rehab. I'm sure they'll do their best. But the medicine you need is rare in your LA circle - the love of a good, grounded woman.

 

You'll rightly ask: how will I know the one for me?

 

Simple. A good woman is someone who'll love you with your clothes on. Not leaving you feeling emotionally naked.

thanks to rwap

 

18 February 2007

GRIM WHEN YOU'RE NOT WINNING..

Eamonn Holmes

 

ISN'T the timing of Robbie Williams's rehab the real giveaway to his sad and sorry story?

 

Is it really just by chance that his announcement coincided with his former best buddies Take That being the stars of The Brits?

 

This is the first time in 10 years that Robbie has been eclipsed by his former bandmates.

 

So while his addiction may soon be cured, his dangerously low self esteem may take a bit longer. On the day Robbie's news emerged, it was announced that athlete Paula Radcliffe was back pounding the streets just 12 days after giving birth to her daughter.

 

That sounds equally worrying. Perhaps Paula has her own addiction - to running and her pursuit of glory in the World Championships in August. Let's hope it doesn't all end in tears again.

Is it really just by chance that his announcement coincided with his former best buddies Take That being the stars of The Brits?

.

 

He has'nt been in the UK in nearly 6 bloody months you t***, so is obviously not obsessed enough to do such a sick thing just for publicity. He went in on his birthday cause obviously that would've been a tough time, it's not his bloody fault the bloody Brits just happened to be on the next day. :rolleyes:

 

 

 

This is the first time in 10 years that Robbie has been eclipsed by his former bandmates.

 

I think Eamonn Holmes should go back to GMTV with the vile Fiona Philips. He seems to be a pretty diabolical journalists. TT's album outsold Robbie in one country, a country where Rob did'nt even bother to promote his music in for 6 months as he is a global superstar who's album sold twice as much as TT's despite being experimental and getting no promo. :rolleyes:

Btw, here is an absolutelly ridiculous article slagging off Robbie. http://www.bournemouthecho.co.uk/search/di...ntertain_me.php

 

You are able to post your comments. Loads of done so, inluding myself. The more th better. ^_^

 

Ex-bandmate slams Robbie 'mockers'

 

Mark Owen has condemned stars who mocked Robbie Williams at the Brits

 

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Russell Brand made light of Williams' return to rehab by joking that a giant padlock on stage was his medicine cabinet.

 

Oasis star Noel Gallagher also appeared to mock Williams, telling one radio station: "If you take drugs, you end up in rehab unless you're a ******* rock like me."

 

But Owen, 35, told Reveal magazine that some of the comments made about Williams were uncalled for.

 

He said: "I felt bad at the Brits because there were some jokes said about Robbie that made it look like he was being mocked."

 

The former Celebrity Big Brother star added: "When I heard about him checking into rehab I felt really sad - I just want him to get happy again. I'll do anything I can to help him. If he wants me to see him, I'll be straight on that plane.

 

"Me and Rob went through a period where we didn't speak, but then he got in touch with me and we spoke about three times a week after the Big Brother thing.

 

"Rob was always my mate and I always felt very close to him. I'm so worried about him. I'm gutted and devastated things have ended up like this. I think he should come back to the UK."

 

Owen's bandmate Howard Donald, 38, said: "I've been calling him loads," adding: "I'm upset some people think it's our success that's made him depressed."

 

Take That shocked fans by failing to pay tribute on the Brits stage to their troubled former bandmate, admitted to a US clinic last week for addiction to prescription drugs. Angels star Williams has collected the most awards in Brits history, but he missed out this year in the best Live Act category, the only title for which he was nominated.

 

 

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I like Mark, I really do, but if he was so upset and saddened by the way Rob was treated at the Brits, he could've said something surely?

I like Mark, I really do, but if he was so upset and saddened by the way Rob was treated at the Brits, he could've said something surely?

Exactly my thoughts. As Jason explained then, they didn't say anything because its not for them to comment on the situation. OK, that's all good and proper and I respect that standpoint but why is it OK now to comment and not then ?! The situation hasn't changed, its still as personal as it was then so why now, again, when asked, that find it alright to speak about it.

 

I do like Mark and I think he is the only genuine person out of the four. I don't know if Mark was told not to say something at the ceremony, but even if he was he could've surely put his foot down and muster up some balls and say something especially as he says now he was so bothered by Rob being mocked and joked about.