Noel noticed one day that the pavement and the sky were almost the same colour, though he wasn't sure what he thought about this.
― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:47 (ten years ago) link
'Fuckin rats!' exclaimed Noel as a raven defouled his lawn below. Momentarily cognizant that the creature was not rodentine, he returned to masturbating, wondering if age and substance abuse might be sapping his hitherto quick mind.
― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:49 (ten years ago) link
Noel considered for the first time that Shaun Wright-Philips might not appreciate the hair-tousling gesture he had made to the diminuitive winger on each of the previous three or four times they had met, but could not find sufficient resolve to refrain in future.
― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:50 (ten years ago) link
You're a curious individual, nakhchivan.
Reminds me of this Quietus piece - what next for Britpop's most conspicuous underachiever?. Only time I can recall seeing the guy since was him talking about his friendship with del Piero during the world cup.
― Ismael Klata, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:16 (ten years ago) link
Contemplating Alessandro del Piero's seemingly endless but consistenly declining career after that brief period in the mid-late 90s where he, Ronaldo and Totti were thought to augur in an epoch of splendour (since lost to drugs, corruption, canolis and dysphoria), Noel wondered how they could be friends with so little in common.
― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:39 (ten years ago) link
― Ismael Klata, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:47 (ten years ago) link
Paralysed by an inability to decide whether or not to go outside, and haunted by the suspicion that the ravens could see into the deepest abyss of his soul, Noel sat in the dark for some four hours until he could feel naught but the tepid slurry of molten ice cream and the cloying warmth of involuntary micturition.
― nakhchivan, Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:38 (ten years ago) link
This is very funny and could potentially be a great book.
― Les centimètres énigmatiques (snoball), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:44 (ten years ago) link
can we get edward gorey to illustrate it
oh fuk hes dead
― (e_3) (Edward III), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:48 (ten years ago) link
"That were rubbish" thought Noel, pondering a TV show from 1991. "Rubbish", he repeated in his mind, wishing a reporter had been present to catch his display of colloquial sincerity. "Rubbish!"
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:49 (ten years ago) link
"That were good that!" thought Noel, pondering an advertisement from 1987. "That were good!".
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:50 (ten years ago) link
Noel was drinking undiluted lime cordial with two former members of Northern Uproar in a swanky private members club when he realized that every word uttered in that venue was a thinly disguised reference to the furtive insufflation of cocaine. Then he realized he was also on coke.
― nakhchivan, Thursday, 9 September 2010 20:44 (ten years ago) link
reads like the weirdest of 'YOU have the adventure' books tbh
where's the post that started all this? that was classic, sorry that were good
― k¸ (darraghmac), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:28 (ten years ago) link
Was/Is Morrissey Racist?
Not really the thread for it, but I periodically see Noel wandering about, in fact to the extent that he's started to recognise me (not in any head-nodding sort of way, but in a sort of glance of suspicious recognition - it must be hell being famous in some ways). Whenever I see him, he's just mooching about, wandering the streets with the comportment of a man who has absolutely nothing to do, never with anyone, never exuding any purpose, looking down side streets with equal uninterest, extensively studying shelves in the supermarket with a sort of desultory indifference, that sort of thing, a portrait of velleity, of volition in its lowest form.― GamalielRatsey, Saturday, September 4, 2010 11:02 AM (5 days ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink
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― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:42 (ten years ago) link
right good, that
― k¸ (darraghmac), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:48 (ten years ago) link
was told tonight of a tribute band farrago which wound up with the tribute Noel Gallagher having a brawl with the tribute Stone Roses manager
frankly emblematic of his entire mien
― acoleuthic, Thursday, 9 September 2010 23:42 (ten years ago) link
Noel shuffled to the door in his towelling robe to receive a promotional copy of The Independent's new condensed edition. 'It's a top idea to have a paper for clever people who can't be arsed to spend hours reading every day', thought Noel to himself before throwing it to the floor and returning to his greenhouse.
― nakhchivan, Monday, 25 October 2010 13:06 (ten years ago) link
<3 this thread
― BIG MUFFIN (gbx), Monday, 25 October 2010 13:15 (ten years ago) link
"Chard, what the fuck is chard," thought Noel, discarding the cookery book. "Chard? I'll not have that. Fucking nonsense is what it is," he said to himself, laughing at the very idea. "Fucking chard," he repeated, mentally. "I love the Rolling Stones," he thought. "Love them."
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Monday, 25 October 2010 16:14 (ten years ago) link
"James May. James fookin May." Noel reached for the remote. "James fookin Gay more like."
'I should write these things down,' he thought. He flicked onto Dave +1, then UK Living. "Fookin channels have all got adverts on at the same time. Fookin joke is what it is Bonehead," he called out to the other room. He looked over his shoulder and rubbed the back of his head. It were quiet round here these days.
― Ismael Klata, Monday, 25 October 2010 17:49 (ten years ago) link
This should really be a 33 1/3 book imo
― macaroni rascal (polyphonic), Monday, 25 October 2010 17:52 (ten years ago) link
more of these!
― NI, Friday, 29 October 2010 11:20 (ten years ago) link
Noel gazed admiringly upon the full-length portrait of Lennon hanging on his landing. "Top man," he thought. "Toppest man. You didn't need any of them cunts."
He headed downstairs to check on the progress of his microwave lasagna. On the way, he tried to remember which day of the week it was. Tuesday or Thursday? It was definitely one of the tees, he was sure. "Bollocks to it," he eventually decided. "They're all the basically the same."
― Pheeel, Saturday, 30 October 2010 15:48 (ten years ago) link
Noel walked slowly down the hall, as fast, if not faster, than a cannonball. This combination of sloth and velocity had a vertiginous effect upon him, and he decided it was time for a sit-down. He plonked himself upon his beanbag shaped like Noddy Holder's hat, which he had acquired at no small cost from the finest novelty recliner merchant in the Midlands.
Drowsy now, his eyelids flickered and the hideous image of that cunt Damon resolved itself from the psycadelic stew in his mind. Grinning, always grinning. "Fooking cartoon bands" he murmered. "That southern wankstain don't have the monopoly on fooking cartoon bands." Suddenly alert and upright, he fumbled for a pen and paper. "Wonder what the fella who draws the Tetley tea ads is up to these days?" Another solid gold brainwave for Noely G.
― A brownish area with points (chap), Saturday, 30 October 2010 16:00 (ten years ago) link
Cant decide which tunet o play in Beatles rock band...maybe I should have spent the extra 15 quid to get the wireless guitar...
― calstars, Saturday, 30 October 2010 18:52 (ten years ago) link
Since being sent to Siberia for his crimes against the state, his piano seized by representatives from the Party, which had monitored him for years and then had come one freezing night in the ruins of his manor house, Noel had begun to compose his music in his head. Harsh, unrelenting music that cursed his persecutors. It seemed as though the angrier became, the more the music seemed to come to Noel as though from some eternal, mystical source.
― jeevves, Tuesday, 2 November 2010 14:36 (ten years ago) link
Sure, the workers had failed. They would fail again, Noel thought. They would never succeed. Was his life now to peter out in this barren hell hole? "Fuck no," he thought. But who was left to carry on the fight? Bonehead, Bobby Gillespie, the singer from Proud Mary, and Kasabian, all silenced as they tried to make the people see what they would never see, what they did not want to see. Perhaps it was futile. All that was left now was their art. Nothing could take that away. "That were good, that," Noel told himself, "That were good."
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Tuesday, 2 November 2010 14:41 (ten years ago) link
Noel felt at times, as the chief songwriter of Oasis, like he was competing, secretly, with his idol, Walter Benjamin; Noel felt that he was creating his own "Arcades Project," as it were, in musical form. He sometimes imagined an afterlife not unlike that described by Socrates, in which he could converse with Benjamin, and in these moments Noel let out a merry chuckle. This was in the period before Noel drank himself into madness with Tincture of Opium.
― jeevves, Tuesday, 2 November 2010 15:03 (ten years ago) link
Noel found himself watching the contents of an upturned can of Tuborg disappear into the plush carpet of an unused guest bedroom. He was unable to determine why he had done this, but it was the fourteenth such can he had spilt in a similar fashion and the insensate obliquity of the event was affirmed by the gentle sobbing of a Latvian domestic in the corridor, thereafter ebbing away as she resumed tending to Noel's growing collection of obese cane rats.
― Terminal Boredoms (nakhchivan), Tuesday, 2 November 2010 23:46 (ten years ago) link
Noel looked at the ancient structure towering over him, his rheumatic, sunburned eyes becoming moist with tears. Had his colleagues thought it an idle boast that he would find the lost library of Alexandria?
― jeevves, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 00:58 (ten years ago) link
one of you two isn't doing it right
― BIG MUFFIN (gbx), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 01:36 (ten years ago) link
they both cool with me.
(sorry, will retry:)
― Mark G, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 09:25 (ten years ago) link
give a shit. (looks the other way)
proper out loud laugh at Bonehead, Bobby Gillespie, the singer from Proud Mary, and Kasabian, all silenced
― NI, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 10:56 (ten years ago) link
One morning Noel came out of the oak tree that he lived in, his small frame fitting neatly through the little one meter high door, above which a makeshift sign read, "Noel's House." "Fookin' hell," said Noel, as he made his way into the forest to collect his day's supply of raspberries, which happened to be only one raspberry because of the Lilliputian dimensions of Noel's stomach. Yes, a raspberry was a veritable feast for Noel and as he made his way back to his oak tree house he was unfortunately squashed by a passing rustic.
― jeevves, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:19 (ten years ago) link
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:24 (ten years ago) link
A train passed by somewhere in the distance. You could hear children coming home from school, a lawnmower sounded from somewhere nearby. "It'll be winter before we know it," thought Noel, as examined his guitar, that had served him so well over the years. He looked at the battered wood, and his name written on the back, "NOEL." "NOEL" he said to himself slowly, examining the guitar, "NOEL". "NOEL." "NOEL". He heard a noise behind him and turned around with a fright. "Mr Gallagher, who are you talking to?" "NOEL", he repeated. "Mr Gallagher!?". "NOEL!" he slowly said again. "Okay Mr Gallagher that's enough excitement for you today, let's get you back to bed, but not before we clean up all that Tuborg you spilled, now would you like a pork pie or an bacon roll for your dinner Mr Gallagher? Mr Gallagher????"
― I see what this is (Local Garda), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:30 (ten years ago) link
...the insensate obliquity of spilled Tuborg....
― m0stlyClean, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 17:31 (ten years ago) link
"On occasion, this seems like the dream, but I have not yet awakened," mused Noel to himself. "Where the fook did that come from?" he thought. "Goin' soft in the ed mate." Suddenly it occurred to him he'd been standing on his back patio unmoving for a whole twenty minutes. And he'd forgotten to put his trousers on.
― Pheeel, Thursday, 4 November 2010 14:42 (ten years ago) link
Cristiano Ronaldo lost the ball again and promptly dived to the ground. 'Never a penalty that,' thought Noel. He went into the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea.
"Tell you what," he announced to the room, "that Ronaldo's a puff. Football's a game for puffs. Rugby, that's a game for big hard bastards, played by big hard bastards and all. Oscar Wilde said that, or someone like that."
Jim Rosenthal was talking on the telly. Noel blew on his tea. 'Not Georgi Kinkladze though,' he thought. 'He were good.'
― Ismael Klata, Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:36 (ten years ago) link
Noel's watching the X Factor, "what a bunch of talentless fuckers", he thinks. Next week they're singing Elton John songs, "I hate that fat poof." Noel, idly picks up his battered accoustic and strums, "Still it'd be top if someone did one of my songs, maybe that Matt lad could do Wonderwall."
― State Attorney Foxhart Cubycheck (Billy Dods), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:47 (ten years ago) link
Noel was pretending channel surf; going up and down, he'd stop at Strictly. It was odd to look at Patsy again; something between a worry and a longing was scratching at him. He wished someone were here. He'd like to make a joke about her.
Who liked him?
― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:52 (ten years ago) link
― Mark G, Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:55 (ten years ago) link
(nah, I wanted him deliberately thinking about his brother's wife. shoulda made it clearer)
― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:59 (ten years ago) link
― Mark G, Thursday, 4 November 2010 17:01 (ten years ago) link
love this thread
― decent skinsmanship (Michael B), Thursday, 4 November 2010 17:35 (ten years ago) link
Noel's brother Paul was in town for the evening and they were planning to meet for a couple of pints. Noel put on his leather jacket, then took it off and put on his brown suede leather jacket. He looked in the mirror and put the collar up. Then he put it down again.
He sat down at the computer and logged onto national rail enquiries. He checked the times to Manchester - 2100, 2140, 2200. Paul probably wouldn't want to pop round to the flat. Probably wouldn't have time to either. Still...
Noel opened the wardrobe, took out a pile of LPs, and carried them into the living room. He stacked them on the sideboard. Revolver was at the front. 'Too obvious,' he thought, and swapped it for Beatles For Sale. Then he had an idea. He went back to the wardrobe, reached to the back, and took out Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On. He took off the cellophane and placed it at the front of the pile.
He stepped back. 'Yeah!' he thought. Then he went out.
Five minutes later, the front door opened and Noel came in. He went into the lounge and flicked through the LPs until he found what he was looking for. He lifted out Definitely Maybe and put it at the front. "Alright", he said, and nodded.
― Ismael Klata, Thursday, 4 November 2010 19:23 (ten years ago) link
this is the 2010 equivalent of GARU G in ilx lolstakes, would make a brilliant comic strip. the concept itself is endlessly fascinating. trying to think of other cultural/music post-peak-of-fame skits but all i'm coming up with is that vic & bob slade house sketch. the sheer tedium & pathos of the noel g episodes are what make them so poignant
― NI, Thursday, 4 November 2010 20:11 (ten years ago) link
When the great grandfather clock in Noel's chambers struck three, the fire in the grate was blown out by what seemed to be a great gust of wind down the chimney, and the chambers were left in darkness except for a few candles and a thin moonlight that cast itself through one of the tall windows plastered with rain and fallen leaves nearly obscured by thick crimson drapes. Now Noel heard the sound of footsteps on the grand staircase and his blood turned to ice. Were the footsteps real? Each day Noel had tried to convince himself that the previous night's phantasies were just that. By now he could not remember which had come first: the insomnia, the opium use, or the ghost that manifested itself at the top of the great hall and then disappearing once seen.
With great apprehension Noel tucked his hammer pants into his boots and tentatively made his way into the hallway...
― jeevves, Friday, 5 November 2010 16:43 (ten years ago) link
Garu G as a comic strip? Picture a grandmother's flange....
― Mark G, Friday, 5 November 2010 16:45 (ten years ago) link
'a new career as a stand-up comedian if only he could be bothered'......the velleity is the thing, if enough other people could be bothered to make him do it, if he was guaranteed a large enough fee upfront rather than sale proceeds he could probably be conjured into doing a three or four date tour, all it would involve would be convincing him there was no risk to his reputation or profitability and it wouldn't involve any work
― nakhchivan, Sunday, 15 November 2015 12:00 (five years ago) link
I remember it well (uh, thread inception, not motd appearance); I also remember one time my friend playing me some of writer and activist russell brand's podcast, and there was this bit, apparently a regular feature, where brand would ring up his mate noel and chat to him for like 10 minutes. It was similar to what you describe, he sounded completely disengaged, dull as fuck, like he'd been interrupted doing fuck-all and was waiting to get back to it. It was such a weird momentum-killer, like whatever you think of brand the idea that his force of personality isn't enough to keep a blokey radio show going without having to bring in a stilted conversation with a bored singer is... odd.
ANYWAY I really liked the 1st iteration of this thread although the conceit prob wasn't gonna be infinitely sustainable I do still click on it in the hope that at least someone will post something funny so it's always disappointing to see that it's just become Shit My Dadrock Says, esp given we already have several threads for that
― Amblyomma_americanum_tick.jpg (wins), Sunday, 15 November 2015 12:13 (five years ago) link
if only you were allowed to post on it yourself
― doing my Objectives, handling some intense stuff (LocalGarda), Sunday, 15 November 2015 12:23 (five years ago) link
more posts probably not the solution tbh
― Amblyomma_americanum_tick.jpg (wins), Sunday, 15 November 2015 12:25 (five years ago) link
Not really the thread for it, but I periodically see Noel wandering about, in fact to the extent that he's started to recognise me (not in any head-nodding sort of way, but in a sort of glance of suspicious recognition - it must be hell being famous in some ways). Whenever I see him, he's just mooching about, wandering the streets with the comportment of a man who has absolutely nothing to do, never with anyone, never exuding any purpose, looking down side streets with equal uninterest, extensively studying shelves in the supermarket with a sort of desultory indifference, that sort of thing, a portrait of velleity, of volition in its lowest form.
― GamalielRatsey, Saturday, September 4, 2010 11:02 AM
the supermarket part especially, which has no practical purpose because he doesn't need to buy his own food, nor is it an obvious destination for wandering like a latterday walter benjamin
suggests a return to the first memory of radical arbitrariness, the time when the child has to choose between two chocolate bars whose name and colour alone separate them, whose name and colour are arbitrary
then the horror of being recognised, someone who has no autonomous reasons for doing anything confronted by someone whom he expects to do something, but doesn't know whether that is to just glower/snigger/'mate can i...'/
maybe he even apprehends the sense that random people only intrude upon the privacy of famous people in order to provide an anecdote, and the line between it being this or this is itself arbitrary, they will condense it to a clarity of thought and feeling that he must envy
none of them are going to post to twitter that they met noel gallagher the other day, though they weren't sure what they thought about this
― nakhchivan, Sunday, 15 November 2015 14:13 (five years ago) link
Wistfulness all is wistfulness
― MONKEY had been BUMMED by the GHOST of the late prancing paedophile (darraghmac), Sunday, 15 November 2015 16:03 (five years ago) link
his appearance on motd2 was next-level grim.
Is this watchable somewhere? Can only find motd*3* and he's okay?
― écorché (S-), Wednesday, 18 November 2015 02:01 (five years ago) link
athough anti-Brexit, Noel did say: “I like the fact that it sounds like a cereal; a bowl of Brexit!”
― écorché (S-), Monday, 27 June 2016 03:04 (four years ago) link
― mookieproof, Monday, 29 May 2017 16:35 (three years ago) link
Noel stared at the candles on the cake, their flames dancing like ruddy nonces in the early summer breeze. "I'll blow them out in a minute," he thought to himself, "and then eat a slice of cake."
"How many years were 50?" he wondered, watching his kids dancing around the garden. "A lot of years anyway, too bloody many," he said, laughing to himself. As he finished he heard the words echoing, over and over. He found himself stood in a large banquet hall, facing the Queen herself.
"Arise Sir Noel Gallagher," some posh nonce said, and Noel heard the shite sound of trumpets. "Never liked trumpets. Leave it to the American lads. Sir Noel though. I could get used to that. Maybe one of them collars like Shakespeare had. What was it? A riff? A raff?"
"Doesn't matter," he thought, swilling a large tankard of meade and lighting a cigarette. "Doesn't fucking matter."
― Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Monday, 29 May 2017 16:54 (three years ago) link
― jason waterfalls (gbx), Monday, 29 May 2017 16:56 (three years ago) link
went on liam gallagher's twitter hoping to find some ugly picture of noel and "potato is an old cunt LG x" but instead got this earnest garbage
Happy 50th rkid stay young LG x— Liam Gallagher (@liamgallagher) May 29, 2017
― -_- (jim in vancouver), Monday, 29 May 2017 17:02 (three years ago) link
much preferred this savage kidney-punch from feb 24
NUFF SAID LG x pic.twitter.com/63lzP4yy45— Liam Gallagher (@liamgallagher) February 24, 2017
― heck i've even been an 'oyster pirate' (bizarro gazzara), Monday, 29 May 2017 17:12 (three years ago) link
ppl who sign their tweets
― mh, Monday, 29 May 2017 17:53 (three years ago) link
william shatner used to always sign his tweets "MBB" for "my best, bill" but stopped doing so in recent years in his mid/late 80s.
maybe liam will catch on some day
― -_- (jim in vancouver), Monday, 29 May 2017 17:58 (three years ago) link
real heads know it's the little kiss at the end that's the major headfuck here
― heck i've even been an 'oyster pirate' (bizarro gazzara), Monday, 29 May 2017 18:00 (three years ago) link
There's been some great threads revived of late but the first section of this one with the actual interior life musings is an absolute trove and should be celebrated forever.
― the article don, Monday, 29 May 2017 18:32 (three years ago) link
There's been some great threads revived of late
― heck i've even been an 'oyster pirate' (bizarro gazzara), Monday, 29 May 2017 18:34 (three years ago) link
Not all LG tweets are written by LG. Probably including many tweets signed LG.
― nashwan, Monday, 29 May 2017 18:37 (three years ago) link
Tbf, LG does write some of DT's.
― Mark G, Monday, 29 May 2017 21:07 (three years ago) link
Noel lay in the backyard hammock, reluctantly stirring his mango daiquiri. “Fookin MALEN! Are you taking the piss pet?” His wife shuffled over to him in her flip flops, petulantly removing his glass from the table. Several minutes later she plonked down a lukewarm can of Phuket Lager in front of him. He allowed himself a chuckle. She wasn’t bad our Malen. Nothing in common of course and she’d inadvertently thrown out the birthday stash Bonehead had brought over when he visited on holiday a few months back, but at least she wasn’t like them birds back home. He missed home. The lads. Pints. Singalongs to John Lennon on the jukebox. Not this fruity fookin gap year lookin CUNTville. Did they miss him? Fooksake cut that out Noel, ya right poof, he thought. Probably all listening to fookin YOKO now anyway, pack of wankers.
He switched on the TV, a jingle reminding him of a cracking night at the Hacienda in the summer of ‘88. Had he invented acid house? Possibly. Hard to tell really. Malen padded past in front of the telly and he picked up a handful of leftover canned mushy peas, tossing them in her direction. A dog-eared copy of Uncut magazine careered past his head, landing flayed and dishevelled on the floor like a felled Lancashire pheasant. It had opened to familiar pages, one of him and the lads, the other those poncy tosswanks from Blur. He grabbed the nearest pen to draw a cock on Damon’s face, but it was all facecocked out, so he settled for that Graham one. Aye he was alright, Graham. Shite at guitar but alright. He sat back and admired his handiwork. Nice one, he murmured. Still got it. “Oasis 1, Blah 0” he exclaimed proudly to Malen, who looked up from filing her nails to frown at him bemusedly. Fookin right yeah.
The woman down expat bakery had mistaken him for that poncy cunt Damon when Song 2 had played on the radio a few weeks back. Fuck em, he thought. “FUCK EM!” he bellowed. A hunchbacked old Thai man eyed him curiously from the shopfront across the road. Noel squinted at him, lips parted slightly, head cocked. The old man stared back blankly. “Fuck em, chuck”, Noel sneered softly.
Who was this bellend on the telly? “Ere our kid, have a look at this shitey cu…”
The words trailed off as he realised Liam wasn’t there. How many years had it been now? He briefly contemplated ringing the daft cunt. Then he remembered Liam didn’t answer the phone. Only used that rubbish Twitter. More like Twatter innit. Yeah right, nice one Noel ya mingin knobshite. He were past it, best left on the slag heap. He sat there feeling sorry for himself for a few minutes and then remembered Bonehead had left something else behind. Something not even Malen would find. Just the ticket. Go on my son. Fookin SORTED. A tuk tuk puttered past. In the distance, an elderly woman tended her crop. Noel helped himself to another line, bounced up, donned his favourite black leather jacket and swaggered out into the searing tropical streets. “LET’S AVE YA!”, he jeered, tucking his thumbs into the loops of his board shorts and thrusting out his hips. They can take the lad out of Madchester, he thought, shaking his head and beaming with a cheeky grin. A few locals glanced at him sideways. Bunch of Thai TWATS.
― gass mccoombes (qiqing), Tuesday, 30 May 2017 00:25 (three years ago) link
Had he invented acid house? Possibly.
― Le Bateau Ivre, Tuesday, 30 May 2017 01:05 (three years ago) link
― boxedjoy, Tuesday, 30 May 2017 23:24 (three years ago) link
This thread is Ronan's crowning achievement, surpassing even society is in the gutter.
― gass mccoombes (qiqing), Wednesday, 31 May 2017 04:08 (three years ago) link
omg those birthday party pictures
― mh, Wednesday, 31 May 2017 14:16 (three years ago) link
Who the fuck in there rite mind broadcasts there having a cocaine themed party that's asking for a tug anyways as you were LG x— Liam Gallagher (@liamgallagher) May 19, 2017
'that's asking for a tug'? is he suggesting his brother is looking for handjobs from guests?
― heck i've even been an 'oyster pirate' (bizarro gazzara), Wednesday, 31 May 2017 14:20 (three years ago) link
― heck i've even been an 'oyster pirate' (bizarro gazzara), Wednesday, 31 May 2017 14:21 (three years ago) link
every time he tweets "as you were lg x" i imagine him doing that monkey swagger madchester thing and strolling off.
― Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Wednesday, 31 May 2017 14:22 (three years ago) link
― gass mccoombes (qiqing), Tuesday, May 30, 2017 11:08 PM (two months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
cosign, it is one of my favorite ever things
― gbx, Thursday, 3 August 2017 02:32 (three years ago) link
Liam Gallagher calls it quits and walks off stage after 3 songs at Lollapalooza pic.twitter.com/aI7DeOVTJo— Oasis Mania (@OasisMania) August 3, 2017
festivals are so much fun
― Karl Malone, Friday, 4 August 2017 01:54 (three years ago) link
Liam was always doing that back in the oasis days. Was the catalyst for Noel starting singing lead on songs. The way Liam sings it seems fairly reasonable that he fucks his voice so often mind you (Noel would suggest he was being lazy).Earnest discussion of oasis over
― -_- (jim in vancouver), Friday, 4 August 2017 02:19 (three years ago) link
Lol @ "rock 'n' roll" sign
― Οὖτις, Friday, 4 August 2017 04:00 (three years ago) link
omg that "fuck you Liam" chant might be one of the saddest, most pathetic things i've ever heard
― put your hands on the car and get ready to die (Noodle Vague), Friday, 4 August 2017 09:46 (three years ago) link
putting the lol back in lollapalooza
― the shape of a hot willie lumpkin (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 4 August 2017 10:02 (three years ago) link
Mans not hot... the ting goes pa pa pa as you were LG x— Liam Gallagher (@liamgallagher) September 6, 2017
― illegal economic migration (Tracer Hand), Wednesday, 6 September 2017 21:50 (three years ago) link
I've watched this video of Liam Gallagher making his own cup of tea every day for a week now pic.twitter.com/xlVh7Q1SEg— Chris Somerville (@chrisomerville) September 19, 2017
― mookieproof, Wednesday, 20 September 2017 15:04 (three years ago) link
― Mr. Eulon Mask, urging the UN to ban the "homicide robot" (bizarro gazzara), Wednesday, 20 September 2017 19:17 (three years ago) link
it's almost eerie
― illegal economic migration (Tracer Hand), Wednesday, 20 September 2017 22:04 (three years ago) link
Still got it.
― Fetchboy, Thursday, 21 September 2017 04:49 (three years ago) link
Had this been around earlier, a screencap of this would definitely have been the pre-cover album cover.
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 21 September 2017 04:53 (three years ago) link
this is a real thing, apparently?
― soref, Sunday, 18 November 2018 09:53 (two years ago) link
― rake pulture (darraghmac), Sunday, 18 November 2018 19:10 (two years ago) link
― Mark G, Sunday, 18 November 2018 19:16 (two years ago) link
― calstars, Sunday, 18 November 2018 20:29 (two years ago) link
this concludes the three-post summary of the thread
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 18 November 2018 20:54 (two years ago) link
noel, liam, paul
― rake pulture (darraghmac), Sunday, 18 November 2018 23:47 (two years ago) link
I didn't know that Lena Dunham in 2018 had done that.
I've been listening to The Jam's LP ALL MOD CONS and remembering how in about 1999 (?), Oasis covered two of the songs on a TV programme. Especially grating was the memory of Noel G playing 'to be someone': here perhaps in a different performance:
I know that NG has some pop talent, some virtues. But I have been reminded of his horrible gurning face and his smug sense of this song - there is something about his relation to other people's music that is bad for it.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 15 July 2020 16:37 (six months ago) link
Maybe the problem is just - his voice is bad.
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 15 July 2020 16:39 (six months ago) link
― PaulTMA, Monday, 14 September 2020 22:15 (four months ago) link