This week came the news that the filmmakers behind Amy - the UK's highest-grossing documentary ever - would be turning their attention next to the story of Oasis. Focusing on their early years (Noel joining his brother's band in 1991 is the starting point), it promises to be an intriguing flip of the Winehouse narrative - swapping desperate descent for unstoppable rise.
Some guy at one of the shows had a placard held what said: "WHAT COLOUR UNDERPANTS ARE YOU WEARING?". I'd like to say the crowd were stunned into silence when I told them I don't wear underwear onstage, but as it was quieter than a comedy club that Madonna's doing stand up at (did you see that thing? Holy sh** balls!!) I'm not sure anyone noticed, least of all me!
After about six months we left the TV studio and were taken out to some swanky restaurant, which was indeed a night club, which was indeed the preferred hang out for yer Milanese footballer. All the women (and there was a LOT of women) looked like Mick Jagger when Mick Jagger looked like an Italian woman (1965-1969!).
Paris in the spring is quite frankly... well just beautiful. The sun was out. It was warm... all I'm missing is my girl. The gig was great too. Bit of a come down from all the razzmatazz of the big shows in the UK. Great crowd... Some people actually flew in from The Lebanon especially for it, which was nice.
I do let a few people in to watch the soundcheck from time to time... We had to cut this particular one short and kick everyone out as Johnny Marr was to get up with us that night to perform The Mighty I. I didn't want to spoil the surprise for everyone by having some trigger happy social media kid putting it out there...