The resurrection of Take That over the past few years has been interesting, if only for the fact that a Boy Band has been permitted by the record-buying public to go away, grow up and return as actual men, albeit to a rose-tinted perception from many fans that some of Peter Pan's immortality has conveniently airbrushed stray grey hairs and "laughter lines". On some level their return offers hope to all men that revisiting the promise of youth need not be the vicissitudes of a mid-life crisis.

The transience of Boy Bands always seemed to be part of their appeal, their role to provide a soundtrack for a couple of years (at most) to a key stage in a (predominantly) teenager's life and then be cast aside as part of the Corinthian mantra "to put away childish things". Did Lee, Jimmy and Spike from 911 watch Toy Story 3 and empathise more keenly than I with the plight of those sad and neglected toys?

I've never knowlingly bought a record by a Boy Band, unless you include The Beatles as an example of one. However, there are songs that have stayed with me down the years and to a large degree have helped certain memories burn brighter than others, usually those of old girlfriends, spectacular 'crash and burn' chat-up attempts and significant societal events such as the failure of the England football team to live up to the nation's unwavering irrational belief in their sporting competence.

This morning The Wanted's Glad You Came has been played loudly and repeatedly by my eldest daughter. Like her I can't stop singing it and I don't want to. It's not only stirred up great memories from my youth but, damn it, it makes me feel good and there's something liberating about a 44 year old father being introduced to a new song by his 8 year old daughter. To these ears there's very little in the way of pop music around in the charts and at least with a song like Glad You Came it provides a way in to music in my own collection that might interest her on another day, something to tide her over when The Wanted lose their appeal: I'm betting on October 2012 as the month of their eviction notice.

And let's be honest there could be at least 10 years of this endless cycle and recycle of gurning, gyrating pretty boys with too much hair and teeth.

911- Bodyshakin'