DIARY: Shunned Robbie finds few fans at Bite as party girls fend him off with a ‘take that’

Devotion to duty doesn’t come much higher. There were the high-living folk from consumer hi-tech PR shop Bite, at a Soho club press party for software client Oracle, when a familiar chap was seen loping towards the entrance.

Devotion to duty doesn’t come much higher. There were the high-living

folk from consumer hi-tech PR shop Bite, at a Soho club press party for

software client Oracle, when a familiar chap was seen loping towards the

entrance.



From the stylish threads, melon-sized grin and thirteen-year-olds

hanging round his ankles, it could only be one man - say, it and scream,

Robbie, of the late, much-wept over Take That.



Some people, faced with the option of diluting a dance floor of computer

hacks with such a tasty chap, might have brushed aside client-

obligations and hauled him inside. But Bite women are made of stronger

stuff. They merely advised him it was a private party, watched as he

walked into the neighbouring club, and returned to the anoraks.



Or rather, account manager Lisa Francis tells me, most of them did. She

reveals: ‘I must admit that two of my colleagues did run after them. I

wasn’t really interested. I prefer Gary.’



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