In an interview with the Quietus this week, Noel Gallagher gave the following answer when asked whether he thinks of himself as a Londoner:
No. I think I live in the best city in the world, but my favourite place in the world is Manchester. There’s a different class of head-case up there. A night out there is like getting out of the van in a safari park, when they’re telling you, ‘Don’t fucking feed the animals,’ and you’re like, ‘I’m going to go and fucking have it with the lions and the monkeys.’ Every time I go up there, I have great, stupidly ridiculous nights out with ridiculous people who I’ve never met, but will convince you they have. ‘No, mate, don’t you remember, I lived next door to you,’ and you’re just like, ‘I’ve never seen you before in my entire life.’ ‘No, no, I know your mam.’ ‘No you fucking, you’ve never met me, you’ve seen me on telly.’”
It got us thinking here at @GndNortherner of our own best nights out in Manchester. We’d love to hear yours. Was it the time you ended up bump-n-grinding with the Corrie cast in the Press Club? The night you spent locked in the Briton’s Protection? Did Badly Drawn Boy let you try on his hat in the Parlour in Chorlton? Perhaps a part of you went AWOL at the Hacienda or Sankey’s? Maybe you once spotted Noel in the Printworks and decided to pretend you knew his mam?
Please share your favourite memories below the line. We will compile a list of the best stories later in the week.
