Sunday, 28th May 2006
Dear Robbie Williams,
Hey, how are you? I don’t know that I have ever publicly addressed you on this blog before, and it’s been a while since I publicly addressed you at all. The last time was in Philadelphia, at the TLA, back in ‘99 or the noughties. You know what? It’s actually fitting that I mention it on a Sunday, and that Mummy Mary sits there at the top of the page, because I’ve got some serious repenting to do…
Oh Robbie, I really don’t know where to start, so I think the best course is just to come right out with it and should a morbid curiosity fill you, you can stay to read the reasoning…
Robbie, you sweet, deranged, delicious fuckup of a mannie, I think I’ve put a hex on you.
Friday, 26th May 2006
Be gone you shiny traitor!
Do you know what that is? That is my first grey hair. I used to want to wake up one morning with my hair having turned completely white overnight. But that was when I was young and stupid, and, more significantly, bald.