20/08/09

Yes. The massive. How on earth is everyone? All good? Wonderful.

Fuck me, I enjoyed those 2 weeks off. Had some beautiful quiet nights in with Nancy and a couple of truly magical nights out with.. well, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. I will say this though, there was royalty involved!!

Had a few days on the Amalfi coast in Italia. Very nice. Lovely weather.

What else? BUT, OF COURSE!! The football season’s started. Me and Burning Natty and various comrades made our way up to Blackburn to see Man City take the first steps of the new revolution. What a day! Must’ve been 10,000 Blues there. Unbelievable atmosphere. Bit like an Oasis gig.

Talking of which, I’m at Kings Cross Station. Former home of Russell Brand. Catching a train to York. Got a gig tonight at a health spa in Bridlington. A warm up for that V Festival this weekend. If you’re coming, I’ll see you there. I’ll be stage right. Being brilliant.

In a bit.

GD.

21/08/09

A’reet.

Last night? Blinding. Very, very hot. Loud crowd.

Bridlington’s like the land that time forgot. Y’know that tune by Morrissey, “Every Day Is Like Sunday”? Surely he wrote it about Bridlington? Nice people though.

Legged it to York straight after the gig with Burning Natty. Had to get an early train back to London in the a.m. Got some family business to take care of.

The York races are on so there was some wonderful sights on the platform. Fat orange birds in ludicrous hats.

Day off today. Heading back up north tomorrow. Going to see City before we smash the V Festival in Stafford.

In a bit.

GD.

22/08/09

Boo! Just come off stage at V in Stafford. And I don’t mind admitting that I didn’t enjoy it one bit. Dunno know. Couldn’t get into it. Very strange.

Don’t feel too clever. Outrageous stomach ache. Feel like I’m coming down with summat. Bugger. Might have to get the doctor out in the morning. Hope it came out of the speakers ok. Gutted.

Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.

In a bit.

GD.

29/08/09

Dearly beloved, it is with a heavy heart and a sad face that I say this to you this morning.

As of last Friday the 28th August, I have been forced to leave the Manchester rock’n'roll pop group Oasis.

The details are not important and of too great a number to list. But I feel you have the right to know that the level of verbal and violent intimidation towards me, my family, friends and comrades has become intolerable. And the lack of support and understanding from my management and band mates has left me with no other option than to get me cape and seek pastures new.

I would like firstly to offer my apologies to them kids in Paris who’d paid money and waited all day to see us only to be let down AGAIN by the band. Apologies are probably not enough, I know, but I’m afraid it’s all I’ve got.

While I’m on the subject, I’d like to say to the good people of V Festival that experienced the same thing. Again, I can only apologise – although I don’t know why, it was nothing to do with me. I was match fit and ready to be brilliant. Alas, other people in the group weren’t up to it.

In closing I would like to thank all the Oasis fans, all over the world. The last 18 years have been truly, truly amazing (and I hate that word, but today is the one time I’ll deem it appropriate). A dream come true. I take with me glorious memories.

Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a family and a football team to indulge.

I’ll see you somewhere down the road. It’s been a fuckin’ pleasure.

Thanks very much.

Goodbye.

NG.