It seems like just last week that I told you about Greg Page coming clean about his mystery illness that had him missing tour dates with the rest of The Wiggles. Now the group has finally made it official: Page is leaving the group:
SERIOUSLY ill Wiggles member Greg Page has officially departed the children’s supergroup, shattering their millions of young fans around the world.
As The Daily Telegraph revealed four weeks ago, Yellow Wiggle Page has been struck down for months with a mystery illness that doctors have been unable to diagnose.
The group – the country’s highest earning entertainers – are announcing his departure and discussing his illness at a press conference at Perth’s Burswood Dome.
They said they would make a “major announcement relating to members of the group” ahead of their Australian tour, starting at the venue.
The three other Wiggles members – Anthony Field, Murray Cook and Jeff Fatt – arrived in Perth yesterday without Page.
Sam Moran (Page’s longtime understudy) has been filling in as the Yellow Wiggle for most of 2006. Hopefully the poor guy will finally be getting some respect; because The Wiggles were so tight-lipped about Page’s condition for so long, Moran was regularly being “sprung” on unsuspecting audience members who had no idea that Page wouldn’t be appearing. Those are big yellow shoes to fill under any circumstances, but I’d imagine that facing a disgruntled and surprised crowd isn’t much fun.
As for Page’s condition, well, it remains a mystery:
Group manager Paul Field – brother of Blue Wiggle Anthony Field – said earlier this month that the condition was not cancer as had been speculated.
“Absolutely not the case,” he said.
Page at the time said doctors were yet to diagnose the health problem behind the fainting spells.
“I have had numerous bouts of this over the past eight months but they are getting more frequent, and more concerning,” he said.
“So I have decided that I must go home, rest and seek further medical advice to assure myself that I will be OK for future tours.”
I wouldn’t presume to tell someone how to conduct their medical affairs, but I’m guessing one of two things is happening here.
The first possibility is that Page’s doctors really are befuddled, eight months into a condition that causes him to regularly lose consciousness. Think about that for a minute. If this is true, I think it might be time for Page to switch doctors. Just sayin’.
The second possibility is that Page is suffering from a diagnosed ailment and doesn’t wish to share the details with the world, which is certainly his right. But in that case… there’s certainly been a lot of talk that… ummm… is misleading.
So in the first scenario, someone isn’t very bright, and in the second, someone is lying. Neither situation speaks well of what is happening here, but neither does either one change the fundamental fact that a beloved entertainer is ill. Again, best wishes to Greg Page and his family as they navigate this difficult time.
[Edited to add: Page announces he has Orthostatic Intolerance. What isn't discussed is the various underlying causes of that disorder and whether he knows what they are in his case.]
But is it wrong that I’m sort of feeling like maybe—instead of having Moran be the Yellow Wiggle stand-in—they should, I don’t know, retire the yellow shirt? Let Moran be his own Wiggle, I say. Sam the Green Wiggle, maybe. Sam the Orange Wiggle! Give the man his own shirt, people.
I… need to sit down. Wait. I’m already sitting down. Phew. Okay.


Here in the United States, our frenzied pace of life officially clicks over into the Season of Holidays starting tomorrow. Yes, first we have Thanksgiving—for which we’ll probably spend most of today cooking and preparing—and as we all know, Turkey Day is merely the gateway to the frivolity that will soon follow with the various December holidays and then New Year’s.
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I don’t know where you live, but here in my neck of the woods, it has rained every day this week. Nothing but dreary, wet, complete blah for an entire week. If I had only two words to sum up the last seven days, I think they would be “damp ennui.”
See this unassuming little gadget to the right, here? It’s something called a