quotes
Here are some quotes of the new Robbie Williams Book called „Somebody Someday“.
I put the most important quotes on here, that you can get a little impression about Fil.
In his new clean life Rob does still have moments of nostalgia. „There are some people i miss going out on the piss with and Fil would be one.
He´s definitely the most hardcore out of the Band on the pisshead front. We would always end up being in a pickle, but it would always end up being a funny pickle. I don´t want to reminisce on my drinking days like they werer fun because a lot of them weren´t. Nintety-five per cent of
them weren´t. But he is your best man to get drunk with. He´s funny. Very Sweet. Amazingly talented. Chicks dig him. Sex is an obsession for him,
a compulsion. As it is – was – f or me.“
On his second visit in a row to the deeply delicous Italian Restaurant run by the german-speaking Indin, Fil orders exactly the same starter and
main course. He might not be sentimental about Girls but he clearly is about food. Well, when you´re on Tour Sex is something different. It´s a laugh,
and there´s this locker-room humour that goes with it. Everybody on the bus the next days goes, „Waah! Fil got a shag. Come on, tell us about it“, or
whatever. Maybe it´s all part of performing. The whole thing is just an ego trip. Get on stage, you get some attention, you come off feeling like a million
quid and it´s like the drugs and booze and all the rest of it, it´s all for that reason. The trouble is, these spill over into you – I wouldn´t say normal
life – your other life. There´s my touring life, then there´s my home life – and the edges start getting a bit blurred. You get home, he laughs, and you start
calling room service, dialling nine for an outside line.
Fil just come out of a long relationship, and to be honest he doesn´t get the whole serial monogamy thing. He looks at all his friends doing it. And I think, how
can you possibly have fallen in love so many times and been with so many people? I can´t think of anything worse than having to spend all your time with someone who
doesn´t really do it for you. What´s the point of that? Over a second bottle of quite pricey Chianti (but what the hell,he´s just got a great publishing deal), Fil
suddenly opens up. About his Czech background; growing up in Praque, how his psychologist father had escaped with the family to England when Fil was eight; how their
little Fiat 127 with all their belongings stashed on the top got ripped apart at the border. Fil´s folks had some hard currency hidden in a vase, which was covered in
scrunched-up bits of newspaper and stuff. And this border guard who was searching the car had his hand right in it. If he´d found that, we´d have got sent straight back,
but he kind of rummaged around in there for a while and then took his hand out – so we got through. But then, when they´d finally arrived in Dover three days later, in
the middle of a blizzard, the car skidded past them, smashed into a cliff, and nearly wiped them out the second they acutally set foot in Britain....
Settled in Forest Hill, South London, things got worse, as the young Beatles-loving Czech boy found himself having the shit kicked out of him because he coudn´t speak english.
That changed pretty quick, he says now. Kids pick up quick if they´re thrown in the deep end like that – I could speak good english withhin six months. But i was still the
whipping post for them.
or nine. I knew i was good, man. That´s not to be arrogant or anything. It was the one thing i had left to cling to, because the rest of my life was a misery. I used to buck off every lesson i could and go play guitar. Eventually Fil ended up helping with the guitar lessons in the school. One of the young kids heard him and said to a bloke in the room, who´d been playing guitar for ages, „that´s Eisler´s good. D´you think he´s going to make it?“ and this older guy said, right in front of me, „No chance. He´s not going to amount to anything. Because it´s too hard. It´s not going to happen to you. Get used to that idea. Learn something else. Yeah, you´re an all right guitar player, but you´re not going to make it. Look at me.“ But here´s the beautiful pay-off, Fil grins. Many years later, when he´d served his apprenticeship, played in crappy venues, been in his embarrassing prog-rock band (Nexus), practised eight hours a day, not had the patience to got to music college, been phoned by Guy, whom he´d met doing a gig with Zoe, th e“Sunshine on a rainy day“ woman, joined the Robbie Band, been a part of it as Rob took off as a solo artist, played Slane Castle etc..., he was walking past a pub and he saw a sign with this guy´s name on it, advertising a Christmas Eve gig. I thought, it can´t be. So i walked in. I thought, i´ve got to got an check this out. I said „You´ve got to show me a flyer. Is there a picture of this geezer?“ The landlady went, „Yeah sure“ and gets his poster out. Bang. It´s him. I was like, Yessss! Sadly i was away on Christmas Eve. Otherwise i would have dropped my plans and turned up. But i lef t a note instead, and it was something along the lines of „I don´t know if you remember me, but i´m the kid you said would amount to absolutely nothing. I did amount to absolutely fuck all, just recently, in front of half a million people at Slane Castle. Have a good show, Ta ta“. Something along those lines – and it feld very, very good indead actually.
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