Ah. Britpop. Some of it was good. Blur. Sleeper. Suede. Supergrass. The Divine Comedy. Dodgy. And some of it was, well, not so much. Menswear. Drugstore. Northern Uproar. Salad. You get the idea I’m sure.Whenever I think of Britpop I always think of the bloke who lived in the flat above me. Stan, his name was, and he’d play Robbie Williams every night before he’d go up the town. I reckon he only had the one single, “Angels”, as it was all he ever played. After a night out you’d hear him struggling up the stairs at 2am, more often than not with some bird he’d picked up on his trawl, followed by a lot of crashing and banging. Then silence (“wait wait wait, you’ve got to hear thish song from Robbie Williamsh, itsh fabuloush.”), then “Angels”, the loud singalong version, and then after two repeat plays there’d be more banging, if you get my drift … None of which has anything to do with my next choice on my desert island other than that it came from the same period. So, I was an Oasis fan.…
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