Is it strange that wherever you move, within about two hours of you unpacking your tea chests everybody knows?
Noel: "I know. It doesn’t annoy me in itself - it annoys me that they’ve got fuck all better to do with their lives than to write about his [Liam’s] wife. Or my girlfriend. I mean, fucking hell. Why don’t they write about me and him?"
[At this point, Liam becomes a permanent presence, pulling a chair to within inches of Noel, and establishing his place in the interview. By the end, the two of them are equal participants, laying on a display of how the partnership works during it’s more rosy phases. Liam dispenses a flurry of one-line contributions that often bring a conclusion to a subject. Noel supplies the verbal meat. He also becomes way more animated, playing for Liam’s laughs.]
Liam: "What was that you were saying?"
Noel: "Why don’t they write about me and you instead of your bird?"
Liam: "I get sick of it, me."
Noel: [Into tape recorder] "Birds are rubbish!"