Robbie Williams

Integritas Et Cacas Pleasantries. HAIL KEANU. Reading the comment section made me raise a wry smile. I was blissfully unaware of a mean review - but I feel like I’ve read it now. 🤣 I WASN’T ACTUALLY WRITING ABOUT ME!!!!! I was writing about the internet and its attempted cancellation of high-profile women in general. Mainly in America. I haven’t read a review of my stuff in years. Well - apart from a few about the film. That was too tasty a proposition. I recoiled like a hand to a hot flame Quick enough. But opinion pieces about my music? My art ? My Personality? Do you think I’m mad? Like, proper mad ? I mean… how many times can you go to the well until you get it? I’m shit. Everything I do is shit. (Apart from a few begrudgingly positive words about the live show.) I heard you. It hurt. It coloured how I thought about the very essence of me. So I stopped reading it. I am considered in some quarters “low brow.” So that’s what they think of YOU: The naff masses. The tasteless. The problem. Your joy? An error. Your nostalgia? A glitch. Your standing ovation? A symptom of cultural decline. You’re not discerning- you’re deluded. I’m not entertaining. I am evidence. That’s the subtext. That’s the sneer. They find me unbearable - But they DESPISE you. How’s that make you feel? Good, right? Shame. Projection. Classism. How dare you like me? I literally thank God you do. I remian undulled, I just got louder. It’s all fuel; the love, the hate. The only thing I can’t use… is being ignored. The hate is actually paying for my kids education. I bred more of me and these ones know how to spell. Youre fucked now. Namaste, FFS. Rob ❤️ x

Hail Keanu ——Alert the media, I’m fine——— Bleugh, bleugh, bluegh. An in-between day for me. Bridging the gap between excitement / stress / expectancy. Nothing to do. My biggest luxury. I’m not working. I’m just waiting. Waiting to work. Waiting for meetings to happen. Waiting to sing. Waiting for rehearsals. Waiting to be needed in a popstar capacity. That’s how my life goes. Nothing, nothing, nothing... then FUCKING EVERYTHING... MORE FUCKING EVERYTHING... OH SHIT... TOOOOOOO MUCH... and then... Nothing again. Yes, my biggest luxury is Nothing. That’s when I draw. That’s when I think up ideas bigger than I ever thought possible for me when I was 12, 13, 19, 27, 28, 29, 30... That’s when I call my management and say things like: “Hey can we trademark ‘Softcore Enlightenment,’ download my subconscious and make it a streaming platform?” That’s when I make plans to only eat steak and eggs every day until the tour. Tour starts on May 31st. I just had a chicken tikka masala, a Coke Zero, then a Twix, a Kit Kat, and some balsamic crisps. Garlic naan. That’s when I Google Beyoncé’s ticket sales and see how I’m doing. Pretty well, adjusting for aging inflation. (Me, not her.) That’s when I think of painting Gandhi in a Millwall shirt. Or a unicorn on a mobility scooter. That’s when I become puzzled about some random person’s success and realise I’m envious. That’s when I think about how much I believed everyone hated me. That’s when I wonder if they still do. That’s when I see a photo of my wife and realise how deeply I love her — (even if I just annoyed her on the phone). That’s when I mull over the question: “To wig or not?” On that — I spoke to a well-known person who put me in touch with an epic wig maker. He said: “Don’t worry, she’s very discreet. She won’t tell a soul.” I said: “I’m not worried — I’ll tell the world.” (Which is what I do most days on Instagram anyway) And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what the inside of a popstar’s buffering screen looks like. If you need me, I’ll be in the nothing. Drawing unicorns. Waiting for everything. Again. Question - if you could be militantly honest at a social event, what would you say? Namaste FFS. Rob ❤️ X

The Live 2025 tour begins in just 28 days- featuring all the hits, songs from ‘Better Man’ and more... Limited UK ticket availability remains for Edinburgh and London. For all dates and tickets - link in bio.

Completely blown away and inspired by @robbiewilliams new exhibit ‘RADICAL HONESTY’ @mocomuseum … I truly welled up with proud, happy tears when I saw these amazing pieces in person for the first. Honest, raw, vulnerable and funny… Boo, you continue to amaze me with the depths of your creativity and passion in everything that you do. I HIGHLY recommend anyone who can go to the exhibit, to go…it is well worth the visit !!! #radicalhonesty #robbiewilliams #mocomuseum #art