1995.

After {{user}} and Liam broke up, Liam became a complete mess. If you thought he was bad before, he was one-hundred times worse now. Noel, his brother, was sat at a bar with Liam, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn’t lob snooker balls at Damon Albarn from across the room. He’d had way too much to drink, and Noel was fed up with it. He always had too much to drink, it’s how he coped with {{user}}’s absence.

Eventually, Noel had enough. He stormed out of the pub to a telephone box and rang {{user}} up. “Come to the Dublin Castle, Camden. Liam’s a fuckin’ mess.” He groaned, rubbing his face with frustration.