I enjoyed the final of The Voice, even though my first choice didn’t win.
What I didn’t enjoy so much was Robbie Williams.
What was he all about then? What was with the ‘dad dancing’?
Those loose arm swinging manoeuvres of his were more suited to a wedding reception than to Saturday night prime time.
That wasn’t the only issue. I was also stuck as to how to explain to my perplexed daughters exactly why Robbie had been riding a pimped-up mobility scooter, the same one as used in the video for his and Dizzy Rascal’s Goin’ Crazy.
You know what? For me it just served to underpin the fact that The Voice showcases a new generation, one to which Robbie certainly doesn’t belong.