From boyband to manband...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I'm 36 this year, but I still feel about 22, and that's how old I was when Take That first hit the charts.
True, I was never after them for their boyish good looks, but I have always been a sucker for a catchy pop tune and a dance routine.

Then there was the whole Robbie Williams debacle, the Take That split and the Gary Barlow solo albums (I bought the first one, Open Road).
Then I grew up and moved on...

... so it was both amusing and ironic that I was queuing up with mates at stupid o'clock yesterday morning to see the newly-reformed Take That - ten years on - perform a few tracks at Martin Place in Sydney.
A pedestrian thoroughfare, they were performing there as part of the Australian breakfast TV show Sunrise.
They performed their latest Australian hit Patience, which was apparently a huge smash in Europe.
But hilariously, all the fans were around my age, and most of them had strollers with them... the man-band vote.
Still bloody brilliant though.