As someone who was around pop stars from a very young age, I’m not inclined to get over-excited about them. I learnt to play it cool the day the pre-Pretenders Chrissie Hynde asked the 17-year-old me if I wanted her to teach me to play the bass, assume the name ‘Kicks Tart’ and join a motorcycle-themed band she was thinking of forming.
‘Thank you, but I’m keen to be a writer,’ I said sweetly. Since then I’ve become a very good writer, extremely adept at putting pop stars down. But on hearing the news that Oasis are getting back together – after a bitter split fifteen years ago – for a 2025 world tour, I closed the windows before screaming: ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ like Molly Bloom getting off with Sally Albright at the all-you-can-eat buffet at Pizza Hut.
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