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    TV presenter Jonathan Wilkes is a father - and best pal Robbie Williams is set to be the godfather.

     

    Wilkes' wife Nikki gave birth to the couple's first child this morning.

     

    Mickey was born weighing 7lb 15 oz.

     

    "Nikki and Mickey are doing great. He was born at 7.20am and I fainted at 7.21am," Wilkes joked.

     

    "We are both so happy and can't wait to get our new family back home."

     

    The former You've Been Framed host has asked Williams to do the honours and be Mickey's godfather.

     

    The pair grew up together in Stoke-on-Trent.

     

    Wilkes said recently: "Rob was the first to know about the baby and of course he's going to be godfather. He's my best mate."

     

    The 27-year-old has appeared in stage productions of Grease, Tommy and The Rocky Horror Show and was a team captain in Sky One's The Match.

     

    source: http://uk.news.yahoo.com

     

    Pics of last night gig in Durban :cheer:

     

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004766_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004765_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004764_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/5-0-0-0_314745.jpg

     

    Thanks to Mon from TRWS and Source - Sapa :thumbup:

     

    Pics of last night gig in Durban :cheer:

     

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004766_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004765_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/00004764_p.jpg

    http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/1madlady/5-0-0-0_314745.jpg

     

    Thanks to Mon from TRWS and Source - Sapa :thumbup:

     

    ROBBIE WILLIAMS HOTS UP THE STAGE...

     

    http://www.therobbiewilliamssite.com/SA.jpg

     

    He came, he sang and he took Durban by the scruff of the neck and shook it - and we, in turn, turned out en masse to celebrate the fact that raunchy Robbie Williams was starting his world tour right here in our city. We're not speed dating here, (although a large percentage of the women at last night's concert - ranging in age from 9-year-old Colby to 75-year-old Grace - "He can put his shoes under my bed..." - wouldn't have said no to Robbie).

    He's got the gift of the gab and the lad was just giving us all the chat up. And boy does he have a fine line in chat.

    Over two hours, between delivering pop classics like Rock DJ, Kids, Millennium, Let Me Entertain You and the lighters-in-the-air anthem Angels plus the newies, Advertising Space, Come Undone, Make Me Pure and Sin, Sin, Sin, plus a nod to that boy band - Take That - with Back For Good, Williams regaled a capacity crowd of over 40 000 with tales of his best mate's wife "her waters broke tonight", questions on the fit of his jeans "does my arse look big in this?" and lessons in spelling: "Regarding this banner girls, knob is spelt with a k."

    Clutching a red G-string thrown at him, Williams rampaged up and down the three-pronged stage, winking, wriggling, getting the girls all hot under the collar and, dare one mention it, literally charming the bras off several women in the crowd.

    As one who succumbed put it afterwards: "For some reason I lifted my top up and bared all. Thank God my boyfriend wasn't here."

    So no, he ain't the best singer in the world, he even stuffed up some of his own lyrics. He's also had some really rough, self-imposed patches in life and made nude videos where ravenous female fans fed on his flesh, but the man's got what Simon Cowell calls the X Factor - in spades.

    Rude, crude and yes as he admits himself: "I apologise for my language it's fu***** awful", he can sweat it up in a frock coat and leap around in a track suit (neither suited to our humidity).

    One regret, no tracks from his album of classic Sinatra and co. standards, Swing When You're Winning. Robbie, you'll have to come back and bring a tux next time.

     

     

    ROBBIE WILLIAMS HOTS UP THE STAGE...

     

    http://www.therobbiewilliamssite.com/SA.jpg

     

    He came, he sang and he took Durban by the scruff of the neck and shook it - and we, in turn, turned out en masse to celebrate the fact that raunchy Robbie Williams was starting his world tour right here in our city. We're not speed dating here, (although a large percentage of the women at last night's concert - ranging in age from 9-year-old Colby to 75-year-old Grace - "He can put his shoes under my bed..." - wouldn't have said no to Robbie).

    He's got the gift of the gab and the lad was just giving us all the chat up. And boy does he have a fine line in chat.

    Over two hours, between delivering pop classics like Rock DJ, Kids, Millennium, Let Me Entertain You and the lighters-in-the-air anthem Angels plus the newies, Advertising Space, Come Undone, Make Me Pure and Sin, Sin, Sin, plus a nod to that boy band - Take That - with Back For Good, Williams regaled a capacity crowd of over 40 000 with tales of his best mate's wife "her waters broke tonight", questions on the fit of his jeans "does my arse look big in this?" and lessons in spelling: "Regarding this banner girls, knob is spelt with a k."

    Clutching a red G-string thrown at him, Williams rampaged up and down the three-pronged stage, winking, wriggling, getting the girls all hot under the collar and, dare one mention it, literally charming the bras off several women in the crowd.

    As one who succumbed put it afterwards: "For some reason I lifted my top up and bared all. Thank God my boyfriend wasn't here."

    So no, he ain't the best singer in the world, he even stuffed up some of his own lyrics. He's also had some really rough, self-imposed patches in life and made nude videos where ravenous female fans fed on his flesh, but the man's got what Simon Cowell calls the X Factor - in spades.

    Rude, crude and yes as he admits himself: "I apologise for my language it's fu***** awful", he can sweat it up in a frock coat and leap around in a track suit (neither suited to our humidity).

    One regret, no tracks from his album of classic Sinatra and co. standards, Swing When You're Winning. Robbie, you'll have to come back and bring a tux next time.

     

     

    ROBBIE WILLIAMS HOTS UP THE STAGE...

     

    http://www.therobbiewilliamssite.com/SA.jpg

     

    He came, he sang and he took Durban by the scruff of the neck and shook it - and we, in turn, turned out en masse to celebrate the fact that raunchy Robbie Williams was starting his world tour right here in our city. We're not speed dating here, (although a large percentage of the women at last night's concert - ranging in age from 9-year-old Colby to 75-year-old Grace - "He can put his shoes under my bed..." - wouldn't have said no to Robbie).

    He's got the gift of the gab and the lad was just giving us all the chat up. And boy does he have a fine line in chat.

    Over two hours, between delivering pop classics like Rock DJ, Kids, Millennium, Let Me Entertain You and the lighters-in-the-air anthem Angels plus the newies, Advertising Space, Come Undone, Make Me Pure and Sin, Sin, Sin, plus a nod to that boy band - Take That - with Back For Good, Williams regaled a capacity crowd of over 40 000 with tales of his best mate's wife "her waters broke tonight", questions on the fit of his jeans "does my arse look big in this?" and lessons in spelling: "Regarding this banner girls, knob is spelt with a k."

    Clutching a red G-string thrown at him, Williams rampaged up and down the three-pronged stage, winking, wriggling, getting the girls all hot under the collar and, dare one mention it, literally charming the bras off several women in the crowd.

    As one who succumbed put it afterwards: "For some reason I lifted my top up and bared all. Thank God my boyfriend wasn't here."

    So no, he ain't the best singer in the world, he even stuffed up some of his own lyrics. He's also had some really rough, self-imposed patches in life and made nude videos where ravenous female fans fed on his flesh, but the man's got what Simon Cowell calls the X Factor - in spades.

    Rude, crude and yes as he admits himself: "I apologise for my language it's fu***** awful", he can sweat it up in a frock coat and leap around in a track suit (neither suited to our humidity).

    One regret, no tracks from his album of classic Sinatra and co. standards, Swing When You're Winning. Robbie, you'll have to come back and bring a tux next time.