the problem it's not the only article which speak about this subject of robbie and ufo ... it's not a good pub for him or for your site because
i find that uk media laugh much about this subject and it's a good means for them to make fun of robbie and ufo ...
i don't find serious
a new article come from a uk media site scotsman
Robbie, if you see a flying saucer, don't be alarmed … but get rid of that balaclava
Published Date: 10 February 2009
THIS column keeps an eye out for Robbie Williams, the likeable pop-based oaf who has now dedicated his life to searching for UFOFOSs. UFOFOS stands
for Unidentified Flying Objects Fae Ooter Space.
Yesterday, Robbie's indefatigable biographer, Paul Scott, gave the nation the latest update, including the bombshell news (to me) that Robbie had
come back to live in this country, or at least Englandshire.
He has given up LAT (Los Angeles Toon), because his aides thought it was making him weird. Unfortunately, the relocation plan hasn't worked.
According to Paul, Robbie has been wearing a balaclava while oot shopping. Even in the snow, you'd have to have something wrong with you to wear one
of these. The itchiness is appalling.
Other than that, Robbie spends his days in his new £7 million chateau-style hoose, surfing loonie websites that claim the switch from analogue to
digital TV is a US government plot involving hidden microphones and miniature cameras. How ridiculous. Everybody knows it's the Canadians who are
Cybernuts on one site also believe FBI satellites are reading people's minds, which must be difficult work. Make sense of this jumble: new midfield
needed, huge hooters, remember to get ketchup, specs are missing again, huge hooters, third goal was clearly offside. That's what I've just found
going on in ma ain heid. I didn't even need a satellite. Just stood there with a hairdryer set to maximum.
However, fuel will have been added to Robbie's paranoia when he read Paul's revelations of the pop idol's codenames for logging on to the barmy
site. I cannot pass these on to you. You will just have to buy all yesterday's papers and find them for yourself.
You say: "How could anyone know these passwords, other than the logger-inner himself or even herself?" Actually, it's quite simple. I traced
several user-names of one particularly ghastly individual, simply by checking his contributions and matching them to his life over a certain period.
It's true I'm a trained investigator (retired), but you could do so too, if you were willing to sit up all night fuelled by a desire for
My advice to the estimable Robbie is this: do not be alarmed. We are merely your guardians, preparing you for your mission on Earth, or whatever this
planet is called. The black-and-yellow striped flying saucer you saw over your sunbed in Beverly Hills was merely involved in a shopping trip for some
cling-film. Hmm, delicious! Be still. When we are ready to move against the Earthlings, you will find a big rasta hat waiting for you. Wear that,
instead of the balaclava, and await further instructions from our Chinese allies.