From the Stasi to whatever is under The Edge’s hat.

5 Comments

1. jameshigham says:
   November 7, 2009 at 12:15 am

   What an own goal that was.
2. Nick M says:
   November 7, 2009 at 1:00 am

   Aren’t U2 on the AGW gravy-train as well? OK…

   Well, James, Bono once contracted a private plane for a trip from Dublin to the USA.

   U2 were playing a gig and they’d forgotten to pack his stetson so it had to be flown out. For a hat!

   The brilliance of this is that the gig was in Texas. A place where I’m sure a stand-in stetson cannot be acquired for love or money or indeed whatever The Edge keeps under his hat.

   I mean his titfer can’t be to hide his baldness because he’s been cue-ball for 20-odd years and everyone knows it. He must have something like whatever was in Marcellus Wallace’s briefcase under there…

   When will Dan Brown write his epic mystery, “What’s under the Edge’s hat?”?
3. RAB says:
   November 7, 2009 at 2:19 am

   I’m afraid that I have seen U2 twice live, but at least I was being very well renumerated for my pain and inconvienience.

   The nonsense on stilts here is the daft German twat who decided that a free gig needed to be ticketed, and then the real you fuckin what??!!! of building a wall to frustrate those who had failed to secure these limited free tickets.
   Far from being a clever Elfen Safety measure, I can think of nothing more likely to provoke the disenfranchised into starting a riot.

   I was at the Hendrix Isle of White Festival, which became “Free” by sheer weight of gatecrasher numbers, and apart from the bloody French anarchists who were nicking everybodies stuff, there was very little trouble at all.
4. NickM says:
   November 7, 2009 at 2:59 am

   Recall Live 8?

   They had gold and silver tickets. The gold for the ’slebs and the silver for the plebs. I did enter the phone lottery because I thought I’d be able to eBay it for $$$.

   And this all in aid of potless Africans…

   It is utterly disgusting.

   Or those true working-class heroes the Manic Street Pissers who insisted on all sorts of VIP treatment at Glastonbury… Including the installation of special khazis for their exclusive use whilst wittering on about the plight of the less well-off.

   RAB, you don’t have the corpse of Richie in your attic do you?

   You know the twat who jumped off the Clifton suspension bridge. The same twat who when a journalist asked him if he was a bit of a poseur carved, “4 real” into his arm? That twat. The same twat who drove a Vauxhall Vectra to the site of his terminal velocity (how rock and roll! - a Vectra - at least Jimmy Dean had the taste to off himself in a Porsche Spyder)

   Or Sherryl Crow who went on a bus tour around the whole US to tell people to use less toilet paper to save the planet or Drew Barrymore (a role model if ever I have heard of one) who took a shit in the woods in Central America and described the experience as “awesome” despite owning a bathroom back in Hollywood worth more than the entire Honduran village she was visiting for MTV.

   Or Al Gore who spends 1/4 of his life flying around the world to tell people not to fly.

   Gimme a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis anytime over that shower of shits. And don’t even get me started on that utter cunt Gordon Sumner. Have you seen his pile in Oxfordshire? I would kill to have that. I would kill him anyway. Giant steps are indeed what you take if it’s off the end of the plank with a cutless pushing the old barking spider.

   If I may conclude this rant with an oddity. I actually, these days, find “high culture” far less “elitist” than allegedly “popular culture”. A curious inversion.

   And Robbie Williams and his personal demons (are they a backing band or something we need Derek Acorah to deal with) can go entertain themselves. The queer little shit that he is.

   And don’t get me started on Amy or Pete. Just don’t.
5. RAB says:
   November 7, 2009 at 4:43 am

   RAB, you don’t have the corpse of Richie in your attic do you?

   Shit! I’ve been wondering what the pong was all these years! I’ll pop upstairs and have a look…

   Wrong Bridge I’m afraid mate.

   He jumped off the Severn Bridge. Being a Welshman, patriotic even in death!

   The Clifton Suspension Bridge, Brunels little masterpiece, Cigars be upon him, has been a popular suicide spot since it was built.
   The last semi-famous one was Georgie Fames misses, a few years ago.
   Our local Elfen Safety wallahs decided to put a stop to it, so they built this fence along it. Well frankly this rather spoils the view, and seeing as it is Bristol’s major tourist attraction, a bit of an own goal. Besides it doesn’t stop ‘em! the fence is ridiculously easy to climb over if you really are determined to do the final swan dive.

   The only gig I have ever walked out of was Joy Division. I always give a band the full benefit of my attention, however crap, but I could handle only 10 minutes of that deathly dirge before I turned on my heel, finished my pint, and hit the bricks.

   When I heard that Curtis had killed himself, I didn’t cheer, but I did sympathise.
   I thought to myself If I had made music as crap as that, I might feel like killing myself too!