Dear Oasis fans,

I've written a short e-book about my experiences as a Stone Roses fan from when I first discovered them to Heaton Park, taking in the recent shows in Barcelona and Amsterdam in between. It's free to download, and all I ask is that you donate whatever you think it's worth to one of the charities I mention on the first page.

You can download it here:
www.scribd.com/doc/99087468/Sometimes-I-Fantasise-The-Stone-Roses-and-Me

or you can email me at freerosesbook@gmail.com and I'll send you the PDF.

It was downloaded 1,700 times in a day and a half, which is fantastic, so thanks to anyone who has already downloaded and donated.

As a taster, here's the preface:

In many ways, this is a book that is destined to fail. There are no words I could put onto these pages to describe some of the things I have felt when I’ve listened to The Stone Roses or watched them perform. Some of you will get it. Others won’t. This book, primarily, is for those of you who get it. I met many of you in Barcelona. If you don’t get it, then I hope you enjoy what follows but be warned: it may come across like the demented ramblings of an obsessive madman in a (baggy) anorak. If you want to get it.....then try to imagine what it is like to listen to music that makes you feel 10 feet tall and utterly invincible. Music that somehow seems to articulate what it is like to experience euphoric love, like the best drug ever created but without the chemical input or the inevitable comedown. Music that gets so deep into your soul that you actually crave it, and you know that you couldn’t possibly live without it. Music made by a band who looked, sounded and acted cooler than any other band there has ever been. If you get it, that will all make perfect sense. This is a story about being young, growing up and getting old. It’s about finding your way in the world and your place in it. This is a story about a pilgrimage. A journey to watch the band who changed my life play together for the first time in 22 years; a prospect that had seemed utterly impossible only 9 months previously. Most of all, this book is to say “thanks” to the band and to give something back for everything they have given me over the last two and a half decades. The story begins in 1989, when I was 12 years old....