From the fat dancer in Take That, to the UKs biggest-selling stadium-filling multi-award-winning pop God, to a virtual recluse who allegedly likes to chew the fat with aliens the life and times of Robbie Williams have been one hell of a rollercoaster ride.
From tender beginnings of a Take That number 38, ahem,hit' - complete with tight lycra shorts and bottom-wiggling dance routines - Robbie worked his way into the hearts and onto the bedroom walls of the nations pop girls and boys alike.
Each one of us could probably chart the key moments of our tender years against Robs succession of pop gems across a 20-year-period (Gosh, we didnt know he was that old). Aside from the Thats hits, we had Angels, Millennium, No Regrets, Strong, Shes The One, Rock DJ, Supreme we could go on, but we need to stop typing for a while and have a really long lie down.
It's been a rocky few years of late, with 2006s Rudebox gaining a tepid response and Rob running off to America. However, towering above the ego, the drugs, the girls and the drink, it's the quality of the music that should stand as Robbie's legacy.
Now hes returned to the UK and his eighth album, Reality Killed The Video Star, is set for release. You never know, he might even team up with his old playmates again. Whatever, we dont care. Come back, Sir Robbie, all is forgiven.