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This is a story about men.  Met who met in a distant age, before everyone had iPhones and laptops and wi-fi and facebook and neither the means nor indeed the inclination for the constant, relentless barrage of shared information which, if we’re all honest, is just another welcome distraction from what we actually should be doing.

It was 1999, and I was starting university.  I had terrible dress sense; a velour luminous orange v-neck Cotton Traders shirt was the worst offender, usually accompanied with black shiny plastic-effect trousers.  Inexplicably I was single. Read the rest of this entry »

Paul Hewson is an unremarkable-looking Irishman who, at 49 years of age, insists on being called Bono.  You may have heard of him.  He’s in a popular music band called You Too.  Their 16-date American tour last year raked in an average of $7.7million per show (massively questionable numbers pinched from here).  Their 2005 Vertigo tour grossed $389million, a figure that will probably be dwarfed by the current tour when it ends later this year. Read the rest of this entry »

Note To Self: I am not nineteen anymore.

Quite how I didn’t get my head kicked in on Saturday night is something of a mystery to me.  And I really can’t blame anyone or anything other than me and my insatiable appetite for strong beer.  Another Note To Self: I am a cock when I’m drunk. Read the rest of this entry »