I’ve been writing a bit lately about ageing and I notice I have been getting a little more reflective and mellower in my postings. It’s a sign of getting older I guess. I’d far rather watch Time Team than X Factor these days and I started wearing comfortable rather than stylish clothes quite a while ago. It comes to us all. But I have taken particular interest in the ageing process of one Robbie Williams of late, the one-time bad boy of Take That whose latest album has an intriguing title….
I have to admit I’ve never been a big fan of Ralf Little. Firstly the spelling of his christian name, is that for real Ralf or an actor thang? Then I never really got into the Royle Family. I thought the premise was ok but none of the characters was likeable to me or admirable. It’s easy to mock northern life and the joke wore thin on me too quickly. Ralf’s character just seemed like the most pathetic of a pretty dense bunch. Then Ralf appeared in all those celebrity football events and programmes and he just seemed to be so irritatingly self-satisfied as it was possible to get. That jokey big mates stuff with the Soccer AM crowd used to drive me nuts in particular – I know it’s probably just envy on my part.
I recognise it’s stretching a bit to do 3 postings around the subject of dropping my family off and collecting them later from a Take That concert. But hey if I’m going to do these 50 postings in December than I need to extract juice from anywhere. I was reflecting during the long drive home how incredible has been the turn around in the fortunes of TT. They were huge of course as one of the early boy bands and then when Robbie left the slide started and within a year or so they’d decided to split. I think that was around 1996. Then they just disappeared.