The Love Triangle behind Britpop

Fascinating piece in the Guardian about the love-triangle behind Britpop. This line, from the second page, brought tears to my eyes, it rung so true, I find myself constantly having dreams like this about long-lost friends:

With Albarn once again absent, she decided to re-establish contact with someone whose company she had not shared for the best part of six years: Brett Anderson. “I had a terrible dream about him: that he was dead, and I wasn’t invited to the funeral,” she says. “I was watching the funeral from the other side of some gates. And I realised I hadn’t seen him for years, and it was sad, so I called him. He was really nice, straight away.”