(After a pause) It all started three months before the tour. We're at this hotel after afriend's wedding, and it ends up with me, Liam, our elder brother Paul and our three wives and girlfriends in a room at six in the morning. I start slanging off and Liam says, in all seriousness, at the end of the tour he's going to quit. There was a bit of kung fu. I'd heard it all a thousand times before but l woke up the next day and thought: if he's going to do it, fine.
The tour started and everything was all right, but then the fucking clothing thing [Liam Gallagher's Pretty Green label] started up, and he wanted to advertise in the tour programme. I said no. "Why not?" "If Coca-Cola wants to advertise, we say, How much? If you want to advertise your parkas in the Oasis tour programme, how much are you going to pay me?" He hit the fucking roof.
From then on l would be getting up in the morning and our answering machine would have strange messages from him in the middle of the night. It started off as offensive, then weird, and finally creepy. We changed our number. I'd go in the next day and say, "What was that all about?" And he'd say, "I don't know what you're talking about." When we changed our number he started leaving messages on my missus's phone. She'd get up in the morning and there would be things like "Tell your fucking boyfriend..." This was insane. I thought: Get to the end of the tour, he'll announce he's leaving, and I'm out of here.
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