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So. I grew up in the town next to Rockfield. We had an endless series of rock stars passing through our childhoods. Many weird stories. Here are my top 3: https://twitter.com/bbcfour/status/1284483058268241926
3: meeting Carol Decker at the meat counter at Gateway. She signed a receipt for me and then bought a quiche.
2: shaking hands with Liam Gallagher outside The Punch House Pub. He said “you just shook the hand of god”. And he hasn’t even done Wonderwall at that point.
1: walking out to Rockfield, v drunk, to try and meet the Manics who I IDOLISE. Me and @gilesey35 arrived at the door and a random staff member said “fans, are you?” We nodded, pissed. We were ushered in to one of the recording studios. It was utterly mesmirising. We waited.
At which point Mark Owen walked in. “Hiya lads. I hear your fans?” We blinked a bit. He then played us almost all of his solo album. Total legend.
OH FUCK I FORGOT THE BEST ONE
It was my brother’s 18th. Dad bought him a keg of Bass to drink (at his 18th. With his 3 friends. Brilliant). As a result of my brother being a no mates they had pints and pints of beer in our house. One evening I got woken up, I was 10, by a brouhaha.
I went downstairs in my house. My brother had come back from the pub with ACTUAL FRIENDS. The result of having excess warm ale sitting in a big wooden keg. I didn’t recognise any of them but they seemed a bit older than him and his (literally 2) friends. They were making noise.
Like loads of noise. It annoyed me. I asked them all to be quiet because it was a school night. They laughed. Rude. I went back to bed to read PG Wodehouse. True story.
The noise continued for hours. Shouting and singing. Eventually I heard them all walking up our drive. I looked out of the window to check they were all fully off site. Otherwise I was prepared to call the police / my dad. I spotted one of them lingering.
He was quite short. He sort of stood there, swaying. Eventually he put his hands on his knees and threw up all over our drive. Loud, plentiful vomming all over the place. I’d never seen anything like it. He looked up and spotted me in the window and put his finger to his lips.
It was Ian Brown. From The Stone Roses, who he ran off to catch up with.
