Greg Page, aka the Yellow Wiggle, is packing it in!
Sing it with me -- "Toot toot, chugga chugga, big red creeps..." I kid, I kid. We kicked it to the Wiggles our share, back in the toddler days, fruit salad yummy yummy and all that, so we have love for the quartet of kid-friendly Aussies. (Though truth be told, some of those lyrics really beg for snark, like the part in "Henry the Octopus" where we learn he's going to "put on his shoes and his eight-legged pants/ and show you all a tentacle dance." Hell-looooo!)
Greg always seemed like the anchor man of the outfit. Housewife heartthrob Anthony (red) is too busy working the camera. Jeff (purple), the narcoleptic Asian dude, is falling asleep. Then there's Murray (red) playing the guitar, rocking out on those one or two Monkee-esque licks they give him in every other song.
And then there's Greg, all eager in his yellow T-shirt, singing lead on most of the songs, generally being the center of the group. This could put a serious cramp in the Wiggles' quest for worldwide domination, but we wish Greg good health.
