Robbie Williams & George Michael: The re-appraisal

Artrockers,
I am smoking a fag! A big, fat, menthol jobbie. I am doing this at home, not my 'workplace' as such, so don't go calling the cops. I'm allowed, for the time being at least, to smoke in my own home. And as the smoke goes down I say: 'Ooooh, that's lovely!' And as I finish it the stub joins many brothers in my overflowing ashtray. Bliss in the morning. Most of my smoking takes place pre-lunch, I don't know why but the nicotine has less appeal as the day wears on. Where am I going with this? Absolutely nowhere. But I have a funny idea that, in this world of shocks, many people are more shocked by the advocacy of smoking than they are by the advocacy of , for instance, War. Which brings me to Robbie Williams. The 'fat dancer' has been banging the drum for marijuana apparently:

"Weed, it's such a lovely drug. It is such a lovely drug. But it doesn't mix well with me - at all,'' he said. ''It doesn't take much to trigger - I mean, I'll get psychosis from having this cup of tea! Seriously. The caffeine in that's enough. Yeah. A cup of tea will make me feel like s***.''But it's just a shame about weed, because I did love it.'' A statement that has forced me to re-appraise Mr Williams, just as I had to take another look at George Michael, who also likes the odd bifter: "There's not another drug in life that I'm glad I took but grass." Of course Mr Williams apparently believes in UFOs and little green men, while Mr Michael likes to drive his car into things, all of which may not be the greatest advert for the drug, but somehow it makes them more human, more real, more like me.