After leaving the Take That fold again old Robbie's back out on the road. Whatever you might think of the man and his music he is, it has to be said, a pretty ruddy entertaining performer. I've only seen him 'in the flesh' once, back when he played Glastonbury, where he justifiably cemented his reputation as a massive crowd pleaser, the likes of which we rarely see these days. From big hairy blokes to ickle kids, grannies to trannies, pot heads to acid casualties it was one of those hug your neighbour kind of shows. Anyway, I digress, a mate of mine from school days is a HUGE fan and follows Robbie around the world, earning money as an international hit man along the way (I can't imagine how else he makes the dosh to do this). To me that level of devotion is frankly awe inspiring. Sleeping on the pavement to get to the front, standing in the wind/rain/snow/blistering heat for hours, drinking your own urine to survive (again, I have no other idea how else people survive at the front of these enormogigs)...it's staggering. After doing all this for years it seems that our Robbie spotted him in the crowd and...well...just watch the video.