Top of the Pops 2: December 1992. Take That. A very young Robbie Williams with a very strange hairdo. My, he’s improved, hasn’t he. A useful reminder of why I never liked Take That. They stunk. I had obviously repressed the memory in view of Robbie’s recent decent releases. I mean, you gotta love Something Stupid, even if he’s not Frank Sinatra (I mean, give the guy a break, only Sinatra can be Sinatra after all). Besides, Kidman does a better job than Nancy, so on the whole I actually prefer the Williams/Kidman version.
Oh, dear, dear, dear. They are now showing the recent cover of Light My Fire. Tragic. I don’t think I even want to know the name of the poor misguided kid. There are covers and there are covers. This one is worse than Britney’s I Love Rock and Roll, and that is saying a lot.