The La’s

IT’S Thursday, July 21st, just before 10pm. I find myself above The Old Blue last in Shoreditch awaiting a hastily arranged gig by the man Noel Gallagher once described as the only contemporary songwriter who scares the shit out of him. Liam is also in...
There He Went. Here He Comes. Again.

There He Went. Here He Comes. Again.

GENIUS. Just a word on a page. Yet it somehow seems symbolic for a man who did just that; wrote words on a page. Tortured. Shambolic. Obsessed. Reclusive. Melancholic. Disappointing. These are other words on my page. All of them and many more besides can be used to...