Showing posts with label the high-flying birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the high-flying birds. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2014

Twitterblob: Liam Gallagher

Interesting:


Not that Liam Gallagher has these opinions, but it's interesting that he signs his own tweets (presumably a compromise given he can't use sealing wax and a signet ring).

It's also interesting that he's still doing "said no-one ever". I look forward to Liam's I can haz cheezeburger tweets in about six months' time.

UPDATE: Parody account. Bollocks. Pwnd.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Gordon in the morning: Oh, don't take those sleeping pills

Noel Gallagher had some bother at Coachella on account of his stash:

“They [Coachella security] pulled out my sleeping tablets and asked me to explain them.

“There were about 30 little yellow and white tablets.

“I said, ‘In all seriousness Chuck, or whatever your name is, do you not think these would at least be down my sock? They are sleeping tablets.

“ ‘What do you want me to do? Take one before I go on stage to prove what they are?’ ”
Smart - who is in Coachella for some reason (presumably The Sun's US editor Pete Samson wasn't judged to be the right man for the 'job'?) - shares Gallagher's apparent outrage at this, the story calling the security guards "High Flying Bird Brains".

But hang on a moment - if they were over the counter sleeping pills, they'd be in a packet; if they're prescription, they'd be in a proper bottle, and presumably Gallagher would be carrying the prescription to help him answer questions at security lines. So either Gallagher has embellished his tale, or else has taken the decision to carry his pills in a plain packet for some reason - maybe to generate this sort of story?

And should security guards be disinterested in someone carrying a large number of sleeping pills anyway? Some people use them to turn off the effects of other, less-wholesome pills. Others use some types as part of their date rape kit. Obviously, Gallagher wasn't going to use his sleeping pills like that, but that means his outrage boils down to 'do you know who I am'?

Still, you've got to love the offer of popping a sleeping pill before the High Functioning Birds takes the stage - he slept-walk through the last ten years of Oasis, so presumably wouldn't be too much of a challenge for Noel.


Friday, November 04, 2011

In which Liam Gallagher is nearly right

Liam Gallagher: 'Noel’s got to realise he’s not that good without me’
If you'd have stopped two words sooner, you'd have been spot on, Liam.


Friday, October 28, 2011

Noel Gallagher responds well to criticism

For much of the last decade, people with ears have been pointing out that most Oasis music after the second album was more-or-less without redeeming merit.

For much of the last decade, Noel Gallagher has angrily defended his band's output like a BP executive denying that the oil-covered seabirds had anything to do with their gushing ineptly-drilled well.

Lately, though, Gallagher has started to concede that, actually, he's spent much of his life treading water.

Has he learned his lesson, though? That perhaps it might be worth paying attention when people start to ask questions about quality control.

No, of course not. The Edinburgh Evening News has felt his wrath:

Noel Gallagher has thrown a strop following a bad review of his latest album by the Evening News’ chief music writer – and banned him from last night’s gig at Usher Hall.

News reviewer Gary Flockhart was told he had been black-balled for describing Gallagher’s new High Flying Birds record as a “letdown” and “big disappointment” in last Tuesday’s column.
Flockhart told, erm, his own paper that he was surprised to be told he couldn't get a press pass ("That piece you wrote about him last week didn’t exactly help your cause to be honest") because his review hadn't actually been especially scathing.

Trouble for Noel is, if he only wants to be reviewed by people who slavishly believe him to be the greatest thing since Mungo Jerry, he's going to find large swathes of the planet where his entire press guest list will consist of himself, wearing a false moustache and a hat pulled down low over his eyes.

Flockhart, at least, came out of it well: not only did he get a story making Gallagher look petty out of it, but he's also got an evening off that otherwise he'd have had to spend watching Noel Gallagher And The Easily Angered Chickens.