TV Review: Loose Women With Robbie Williams – ITV1 (VIDEO)

Loose Women With Robbie Williams ITV1

OCCASIONALLY, you see groups of "older" women on a night out. They've overdone the Lambrusco, are squealing like warthogs at the sight of anything in trousers and one of them's inevitably got her skirt stuck in the back of her knickers.

For those who don't get out much, ITV presents pretty much the same spectacle every lunchtime.

They call it Loose Women and it just goes to prove how sad it is that modern fashion doesn't run to a muzzle.

Robbie Williams ran the gauntlet of the Loose Women yesterday, although, to be fair, Robbie proclaims himself to be a big fan of the programme.

"I love this show," he said, "I watch it every day."

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Robbie charms the Loose Women

It's not quite what you imagine for one of the nation's biggest rock stars. What next? Mick Jagger professing his devotion to Bargain Hunt?

"It's the only place on TV that you can get a bit of honesty," said Robbie, which, to my mind, is a terrible slur on the good name of David Dickinson.

At the start of the show, presenter Kate Thornton, a nice-looking woman, the sort who pokes around in skips at the back of nail bars, promised that her fellow panellists would be "slobbering and salivating" for much of the next hour. What is this? A chat show? Or Crufts?

As he gradually became drenched in drool, the Loose Women invited Robbie to offer his own opinion on the burning issue of the day – whether you should sign off a text message with a kiss. Look out for a discussion on the same topic on Channel 4 News.

Robbie said he never put kisses on the end of emails to Phil Taylor. Whether he does to Cliff Lazarenko wasn't clear.

Asked about his younger days, Robbie admitted to throwing the pub takings out of the window when he lived in a hostelry in Burslem with his mum and dad.

He also admitted he'd done the same thing with his mother's and sister's pants.

He should have known better than to mention underwear in the Loose Women's presence.

As we went to an ad-break, I'm sure I got a glimpse of Sherrie Hewson, puce with excitement, beginning to strip off.

And that kind of thing can get a broadcaster in very deep trouble with the regulator.

Finishing off with a rendition of his new song delivered in a pair of party rabbit ears, Robbie disappeared from our screens, presumably leaving disguised as an audience member to prevent being leapt upon by Denise Welch.

The question is, after an hour on Loose Women, will he need rehab?