Gary Barlow.

Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary   Barlow. Last night Mothermouse and me had our Take That night watching the DVD of their Circus show in Wembley Stadium. Snow, fire, wine, the two hunky ones, the little one and Gary. And a thirty foot elephant and a hundred circus performers and eighty five thousand people and Gary. Totally amazing. Get it for Christmas. When cynicism ravages the land like some bestial banker beast, to see a hundred and seventy arms (2 x 85,000) raised in, “You and me we can light up the world, we can ride on a star….” was wonderful. I mean the technical cynic would say the human body has no mechanism for emitting photons and a star is far too hot to sit on and they’d be right but that’s not the point. It seems to me Take That are the only credible pop act with experience of being over thirty and proof that maturity continues to occur after eighteen, whereas Dappy of Ndubz proves not much occurs before that, but that everyone loves a wanker. Blokes like him because it would be like competing with a malodorous dumpster, and girls like him because there’s SO MUCH they could improve on to make him into a regular human being. Take it from me though girls; intelligence, awareness and charm are extremely difficult traits to imbue. Unlike Gary who is wonderfully gifted in all departments. But I’m still not sure about Robbie.