Post by mand on Oct 21, 2005 16:05:35 GMT
newspaper by robbie williams
it seems robbie isnt impressed by derek anymore,
taken from entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,14932-1833349,00.html
Quote:
A fan of Acorah’s TV work, Williams summoned the psychic to the Chelsea penthouse for an audience, because that’s the kind of thing you can do if you’re Robbie Williams. However, when pressed by Williams to “go on and do it” — contact the dead — Acorah came up with little more than what a search would yield on Williams’s dead relatives, albeit rendered in a blaze of peerlessly camp Scouse dramatics.
Disappointed that his faith in Acorah’s ability to contact the dead appeared to have been misplaced, Williams thanked him, saw him out of the flat and resolved not to see him again. Acorah, however, had other ideas. “The next thing I know,” Williams says, lighting another cigarette while scratching at his broken arm, “he rings up and goes ‘Robbie! Robbie! I’ve just been on the phone to the head of LIVINGtv and he says — and listen Robbie, this is true — he says that you can do whatever you want. Whatever you want! Make any show you like!’ And I’m on the other end going, erm, I think I could get ABC if I wanted, to be honest. I’ll be OK, Derek.”
Still, Acorah didn’t give in. Having failed at brokering the pivotal LIVINGtv deal, a week later he rang Williams to tell him that he’d arranged a dinner for himself, Williams and “my great friend, Uri Geller”.
Despite Acorah’s pleading, Williams did not turn up for this paranormal tête-à-tête.
“I thought, I’m not talking to you, you ****ing idiot. You’re outside the circle of trust. Next thing I know,” Williams says, rattling his belt buckle with his knuckles in a surge of nervous energy, “he’s promoting a DVD in a double-page spread in the Daily Mirror, going “Yeah, I got (contacted on ‘the other side’) Robbie’s nan. And when Robbie’s in America, his friends watch my DVD. Robert de Niro, Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman.”
I’VE NEVER MET THEM!” he shouts, slowly, as if communicating with a deaf idiot on the other side of the Thames. “I DON’T KNOW DUSTIN HOFFMAN! And hang on a minute — YOU’RE ALSO SELLING A DVD USING MY DEAD NAN!" Robbie sighs.
it seems robbie isnt impressed by derek anymore,
taken from entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,14932-1833349,00.html
Quote:
A fan of Acorah’s TV work, Williams summoned the psychic to the Chelsea penthouse for an audience, because that’s the kind of thing you can do if you’re Robbie Williams. However, when pressed by Williams to “go on and do it” — contact the dead — Acorah came up with little more than what a search would yield on Williams’s dead relatives, albeit rendered in a blaze of peerlessly camp Scouse dramatics.
Disappointed that his faith in Acorah’s ability to contact the dead appeared to have been misplaced, Williams thanked him, saw him out of the flat and resolved not to see him again. Acorah, however, had other ideas. “The next thing I know,” Williams says, lighting another cigarette while scratching at his broken arm, “he rings up and goes ‘Robbie! Robbie! I’ve just been on the phone to the head of LIVINGtv and he says — and listen Robbie, this is true — he says that you can do whatever you want. Whatever you want! Make any show you like!’ And I’m on the other end going, erm, I think I could get ABC if I wanted, to be honest. I’ll be OK, Derek.”
Still, Acorah didn’t give in. Having failed at brokering the pivotal LIVINGtv deal, a week later he rang Williams to tell him that he’d arranged a dinner for himself, Williams and “my great friend, Uri Geller”.
Despite Acorah’s pleading, Williams did not turn up for this paranormal tête-à-tête.
“I thought, I’m not talking to you, you ****ing idiot. You’re outside the circle of trust. Next thing I know,” Williams says, rattling his belt buckle with his knuckles in a surge of nervous energy, “he’s promoting a DVD in a double-page spread in the Daily Mirror, going “Yeah, I got (contacted on ‘the other side’) Robbie’s nan. And when Robbie’s in America, his friends watch my DVD. Robert de Niro, Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman.”
I’VE NEVER MET THEM!” he shouts, slowly, as if communicating with a deaf idiot on the other side of the Thames. “I DON’T KNOW DUSTIN HOFFMAN! And hang on a minute — YOU’RE ALSO SELLING A DVD USING MY DEAD NAN!" Robbie sighs.