June 15th 1994
"O'reyt, I'm in the mood to get pissed." Declared Liam.
"You're always in the mood to get pissed." You rolled your eyes at the obnoxious Gallagher.
The six of you, Liam, Noel, Bonehead, Guigsy and Tony, had just finished the recording of the song Up In The Sky, thankfully.
It'd been tough recording it, Noel was very precise on how it should sound and got mad at even the littlest mistake. It had caused quite a few fall outs between the brothers as the other four sat there uncomfortably just trying to finish up.
But finally you had done it. That is until tomorrow when you were to start on Columbia.
"Where we going then?" Bonehead questioned with a chuckle.
"Here there and everywhere, my friend!" Liam nonsensically exclaimed quoting the Beatles.
He was walking in front on his own backwards.
I let a giggle escape my lips to which Liam smirked at me, looking me up and down through his yellow tinted frames he slowed down, pushing tony out of his way, who was walking next to me, and slung his arm over my shoulder.
"You'll get pissed wiv me, won't you, Grace?"
"I'm always down for a drink."
So as a band we agreed to let loose and enjoy ourselves.
"Listen, lads," Tony started, "I've gotta get home." He rubbed the back of his neck out of awkwardness.
"What?" Noel asked, "will the wife give yous a beating?"
Tony simply rolled his eyes and stayed quiet.
"Whatever, we won't be missing you."
Liam shrugged as we left the drummer at the next bus stop to pass.
We walked to The Fridge since it was the closest good club in the area.
We'd been denied entrance when we first went after arriving in London and Liam dismissed it as a place for "posh twats" but since our last single, Supersonic, did well in the charts we wanted to take our bets on getting in.
Apparently all the famous folk went, at least that's what I read in EMI a while ago. I was wanting to meet the likes of the rich and famous, bask in their glory for a while and imagine I was one of them.
The bouncer was nice. He looked the lads up and down, in their usual Adidas attire, and then me in my black mini dress and tights.
He let us in with no fuss and alas we were to get drunk.
The boys went straight to the bar, I grabbed Noel by the sleeve, "I'm off to find a bathroom don't wait up." He nodded in response.
After what felt like forever, I found a bathroom, it was small and had three cubicles, all graffitied with different coloured markers and stickers.
I examined myself in one of the two small mirrors above the sinks. I fixed my long brunette hair, I barely brushed it but I didn't have a second thought.
Two girls came stumbling in, one skinny, tall blonde and the other an equally pretty brunette. They payed no attention to me and giggled their way to the stall on the left leaving their stall door open.
In confusion I stayed for a moment to see what was happening.
I saw the blonde take a small bag from her bra, the brunette recruited a key out of her purse and scooped some of the bags white contents out placing it on the toilet seat.
The blonde now had a credit card, she moved around the white powder which I had realised was cocaine and used a five pound note to snort it through her nose, holding her head back as to not breath any out, the brunette quickly followed in persuit.
I quietly shuffled out of the bathroom before they realised I was watching.
I didn't realise people were so open about things like that down here. Back in Manchester I had to sneak onto the roof if I wanted to smoke anything.
I had tried few drugs but none caught my interests. I was conscious when it came to stuff like that, everyone around me seemed to be using it but I didn't. it wasn't that I didn't like the feeling, I didn't like how it effected people.
I made my way to the bar, no sign of the band, they probably ordered without me since I took so long.
I waited for the Barman to take my order but he never did, taking those of the more assertive and famous.
I felt as though I'd never get a drink, if Liam was here he'd happily have a go. I was about to give up when a deep voice next to me spoke up.
"I want another pint." I turned to face the voice to find he was already looking at me.
"You're ordering a pint? At a club?" I raised a brow.
"I like them," he shrugged, "what'd you want?"
"Gin and tonic, please." I smiled gratefully at the man in front of me.
I knew who he was, I wasn't stupid, this was Damon Albarn, lead singer of Blur, their newly released album; Parklife had been a hit in the public the previous month and when reading the tabloids it's easy to tell they were ones to celebrate.
