What happened the night Liam Gallagher came to my flat in 1996

I first met Liam Gallagher in early 1995, at the NME Brat Awards, the supposedly 'edgy' alternative to the Brit Awards. 'I first met Liam Gallagher in early 1995, at the NME Brat Awards, the supposedly edgy alternative to the Brit Awards,' says Sylvia Noel and Liam with Sarah MacDonald and Nicole Appleton in 2005 'Fookin' Shed Seven, fookin' c****!' The Oasis of the mid-1990s were 'the best soap on the telly', as Liam once described them, a ­permanently cursing cartoon rock'n'roll caper starring two belligerent brothers locked in verbal one-upmanship, where Liam deemed Noel 'a potato' and Noel described his little brother as 'a man with a fork in a world full of soup'. A year later Liam would marry Patsy Kensit and Noel would marry Meg Mathews, the latter ­couple soon living in Supernova Heights in London's Belsize Park where the party indeed went champagne supernova, forever populated by the Britpop massive. After the lukewarm first half of 'Birds' songs, Noel knew what to do, playing nine Oasis classics in a row and I saw, down the front, who Oasis fans are these days: 70 per cent young people, 50 per cent female, teens, 20s and 30-somethings, roaring every word, those euphoric, life-affirming anthems lifting us off the ground just as they had done 30 years before, the communal sing-along so loud it was heard two miles away.