This will be a trip down memory lane for all those who heard it at the time and, like me, were pissing themselves laughing.

It's an account of THAT infamous Radio 1 interivew taken from DJ Steve Lamacq's autobiography "Going Deaf for a Living".
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Unlike the follow-up, Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants, Oasis didn't do that much promotion for their album Be Here Now.
Interviews were out of the question. Then a rumour went round that Noel wanted to break his radio silence. The letters to Radio 1 from Oasis fans had far from dried up and, anyway, Noel Gallagher is funny and he doesn't dry up. He'll try and get one over on you, maybe, but he's never dull. We hadn't reckoned on him turning up
with Liam though.
This was a bit of history. The brothers hadn't conducted a high-profile interview together since 1994. The news
spread like wild fire. By the time the brothers arrived a small crowd had formed behind the glass partition that separates my studio from John Peel's.
I was scared witless.

I shook hands with Noel, then put my arm out to shake hands with Liam, and he just stared at it. "You're shaking, man," he said. "Why are you shaking?"
You should be standing where I am. As they sat down, Liam carried on:"So, who are you shagging?"
"Sorry?"
"Who are you shagging at the moment?"
"Well, no one. Sometimes you're so busy in the music industry you don't have time to have a relationship. That's what I find."
Liam: "Are you saying me and Patsy are fucked?"
The CD machine counting down the minutes and seconds of the track on air said: 1 min, 27 secs. Liam gets to his feet again and offers to punch me out.

Noel: "You've took it the wrong way, man. Sit down."
Me: "I didn't mean you don't have time. I'm saying that when I'm working flat out, that's when a relationship
suffers."
Liam: "Right. Cos anyone says that me and Patsy ain't going to make it, I'll take them on."

Listening to the interview for the first time in nearly three years, they sound far more wasted than I thought they were at the time. The interview starts politely enough, then comes a fairly innocuous question about the B-sides for the forthcoming single, All Around The World. Noel lurches to one side and says: "We've
actually recorded a cover of Street Fighting Man just to piss Keith Richards off because he's been slagging us off."
"Piss" I can handle. I don't even notice it. Then Liam starts to fidget.

Liam: "Can I just interrupt here?"
Noel: "Interrupt away."
Liam: "All these slags coming out of the closet at the moment, right... before we go any further, I'm going to
shoot me mouth off to them, right... "

Noel senses the danger even before I do. Standing up, he produces a wodge of cash from his trouser pocket. "All that says you'll shut your mouth. Go on, what is there? 85? And a platinum credit card."
Liam: "No, I've got my own, man. Listen, right, all these old farts who get out the day centre, they've got a problem with Oasis. And I ignore all that, right, because I dig their music. But at the end of the day, they all must want a scrap, right, and I will offer them all out, right here on radio. So if you want a fight, right... Primrose Hill, Saturday morning, 12 o'clock. I will be there. I'll beat the fucking living daylight shit out of them. And that
goes for George, Jagger, Richards and the other vagina who gives me shit."
There is a sort of unwritten league table that deals with swearing on air at the BBC. A producer once told me that one C was as bad as five Fs, in which case we were already scoring bad boy points.

Me: "Who's hurt you most out of those?"
Liam: "Oh, fucking hell, it's got to be Jesus Christ, hasn't it? But no, listen, no one's hurt me right, because I still dig their music.
But it's getting childish, innit? It's like being in the playground, and I left the playground years ago. Now they want to be pushed on to the fucking swings." And so it continued.
We both tried. Producer Claire Pattenden and I asked if they could cut out some swearing. Liam looked very menacing. Claire: "I'm the producer and I'm asking you to tone it down."
Liam: "Well, I'm the fucking singer in Oasis and I'll have you and your family."

It's live. I suppose we could have pulled the plug, but at the time I never felt that was an option. Besides, this was the most animated I'd ever seen them.
Bubbling away there's a disagreement over what Oasis should do next.
Noel says they need a break. Liam wants to get down to serious work.
Noel claims Liam loves being in the limelight.
Liam disagrees.
Vehemently. Liam wants to make another record.
Noel: "Well, I don't [sounding miserable]. Work's become boring, mate."
Me: "Suddenly you seem a bit down about it." Noel: "Yeah. Everything that led up to Knebworth was really special. Really exciting. Now we've become just another band." Liam: "No we haven't. I don't know what band you're in."
Noel: "We're going to take time off and regroup." Liam: "We're going to sit down and change the face of OUR music and like..." Noel: [Interrupting] "Blah, blah, blah, blah..." Liam: "Well, see you later then."
There is a tense silence, as Liam stares at Noel and Noel stares at the floor and then I hurriedly hit the Death In Vegas track Dirt.
Liam walks out. Claire, meanwhile, has been taking
calls from management. They don't want us to pull the plug, but we need to give out some sort of warning.

Dirt finishes. Ridiculously, we've played the radio edit. Might as well have played the sweary version. I say: "It's the Evening Session, and if you're offended by any of the language on tonight's show, turn off. That's our advice." Noel laughs.
Immediately we've come off air, there's a freelance photographer standing by to take a picture of Noel and me. Noel says: "You might get the sack after that..." Then it's all smiles for the camera.

For what it's worth, I thought it was a revealing interview. But of course, you can't swear like this on national radio without there being some kind of furore. The following morning I gingerly picked up the Sun. Sure enough: front page. "4 Letter Oasis In Radio 1 Shocker."

My stomach started to twist slightly. As I skim-read the piece all the key words were there: "disgraceful", "often rambling tirade", the references to drugs and the threats to Mick Jagger. It hardly seemed real. But it was the penultimate paragraph that really caught my
eye. "Lamacq apologised for the swearing towards the end of the show - the most foul-mouthed pop broadcast since the 1976 TV interview which made the Sex Pistols famous overnight."

Quietly I was quite pleased with that. Since then, the Oasis show has gone on to be the most bootlegged radio programme I've ever been involved with.