ISSUE 53 December 15th 2000
		S E X A I D. . . . Well it looks like Robbie Williams is keeping up his highly sexed reputation. He’s beginning to remind me of my late Father,’Bert Tiddler’ a small merchant fisherman, who was based in Bangkok between 1968 and 1984. Let’s just say he had his ‘fingers in a lot of dirty pies’, and to cut along story short, I’ve just found a box of birth certificates that wouldn’t look out of place on a Chinese takeaway menu. (63 half brothers add up to a lot of Christmas cards!) Robbie, on the other hand, has been a very busy beaver indeed. It seems a strange statue that he keeps at his bedside is playing havoc with his sex life! Yep, late last night, I caught up with the dirty little sex donkey in his 2 star hotel suite in the foothills of Swansea. Robbie confessed: "After I get a girl in the mood I look up and the statue's turned away as if she’s saying 'I don’t want to see that '. I swear it moves! She makes me feel guilty!" And boy, should he feel guilty! because after what I had the misfortune to witness, I’m not surprised his statue keeps turning away. Lord, even Mick Hucknal would have turned away from this shocking sex display! I don’t want to say too much, because this story could bring Robbie to his knees (and boy, was he on his knees!), but let’s just say, there was a fishing rod, a road drill, and a bag of frozen prawns involved. And that was before the ‘under 16 Swansea School of Ballet’ turned up! ‘Swan Lake’ it wasn’t! BEN