While I don’t look back in anger, it is a moment in my life I would not care to repeat.

Heading home to my flat on the south side of Glasgow after work one night, I jumped, as I did every evening, aboard a train on the Cathcart Circle. As a big city TV reporter, I should have known that the meagre three coaches would be rammed with Oasis fans heading to the band’s sell out gig at Hampden Park.

I am not sure what caused me more trauma as I boarded: the overwhelming stench of sweat, beer and cannabis, or the verbal abuse hurled my way.

On television every night, mine was a well-known face and, I suppose, a symbol of the system and authority that rock and roll is automatically pre-programmed to disparage. Save to say the journey to my bachelor pad was the most uncomfortable of my life.

Had the Hampden band been a different one, had the passengers been less aggressive, had the carriage ambience been kinder, then I would have felt differently. But by then I was already avowedly anti-Oasis, their music and their members. All that was missing, until that railway night, was to dislike their fans.

Her name is irrelevant, but an ex-girlfriend was a big fan and whenever we were together she would play their music in the vain hope I would come round to it. But I never did, and that wasn’t just down to her. I just didn’t like them.

Their tunes were catchy enough, but I always felt they were overtly mimicking the Beatles, and I prefer my musical muses to be their own people when they rail against global business, the taxman and the guy who nicked their woman.

But what really got under my skin was the Gallagher brothers’ brash, foul-mouthed, drink and drug fuelled repartee, the ‘our kid’ and endless ‘know what I mean?’

When they finally fell out and went their own ways for several years, I was hardly surprised. They seemed deeply unpleasant people. Perhaps it wasn’t just me who hated them; they seemed to loathe each other as well.

But knowing showbusiness is as fickle as the media, but with a lot more money, it came as no surprise to me this week when they announced that all was forgiven and they are getting back together for a series of big gigs next year.

Good luck. They’ll be doing it all without me.

I love music of all kinds and there are only two artists I would switch off if they came on the radio: Michael Jackson and Oasis.

Noel and Liam are mega-rich, uber-talented, creative, successful and adored neds. But they’re still neds.