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Oh come on - he's not that bad surely. When I was at school he was the coolest guy in Ireland.

What I don't like about him though is the quite severe double standards (IMO), he goes on and on and on about Africa, but surely charity begins at home and I hear that U2 use all high level tax planning at their disposal to use offshore tax structuring to avoid paying Irish taxes. At a time when the Irish economy is in reverse, the "big players" in Ireland should be oblidged to pay their home country taxes.

To avoid (legitimatley) paying taxes in your home country whilst irritating everyone about giving to charity and saving Africa I think is double standards.


You are right - I guess he is that bad.

Okay so at times he's arrogant and patronising and as a band U2 are nothing remarkable anymore ...and I agree he should pay some bloody taxes...BUT -


I think he has done a lot to raise awareness around some issues. I remember twenty years ago writing my first letters for Amnesty International on the basis of the articles produced every month in their fanzine. We moan about apathy and then criticise people trying to make a difference. Is it so terrible to use his status to achieve something more than sleeping with groupies?

So he hasn't got an education? Do we really think an education is the only thing that entitles a person to an interest in world affairs... of course not.

There is a consistency to Bono's campaigning that spans years that suggests to me that his interest comes from a genuine place. Good luck to him I say.

Oh I ?get? U2. I just think they?re shit. And as for that rat faced cunt who thinks that fronting the world?s most annoying band makes him an expert on third world issues, first up against the fucking wall.



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> Oh come on - he's not that bad surely.


Stay on topic please!

As an African who has risked his life going to schools to teach underprivileged kids English while there are riots going on outside and driven food supplies to soup kitchens in areas where the colour of my skin would have earned me a bullet had my old jalopy broken down, I have to say his ?efforts to raise awareness? are pathetic and patronising.


Fuckit the wall?s not good enough; it will be the ditch for him.

I saw U2 at the Marquee Club 30 years ago and the were fecking great that night but unfortunately they have bored me to death ever since. Bono is a patronising arse. Anyway here's a little story you may or may not have heard about.


It's Christmas time, and U2 have lined up a series of enormous charity gigs. They get together on the day of the first gig to soundcheck and Bono notices that The Edge is looking a bit peaky.

'What's the matter The Edge?' he says.

'Ah look it's nothing Bono' says the guitarist, 'It's just - you know that Japanese promotional tour we did last week, right? I think I picked up something, it might be some kind of flu, I'm feeling pretty bad.'

'Well, The Edge,' replies Bono, 'if you want to pull out of the gigs you just say so.'

Edge shakes his head. 'No, no, no way Bono. These gigs are important to me - I've got to think of the children, not my aching guts.'

'That's the spirit The Edge', says Bono, and so that night they take the stage. They play all the hits and the crowd are loving it. For a big climax, because it's for charity, they're going to perform 'Do They Know It's Christmas?', but as they get going on the song Edge suddenly feels very ill indeed, and he turns, drops his guitar and sprints towards the back of the stage. But he doesn't quite make it and he throws up, all over Larry Mullen Jr. and his drumkit.

'Jaysus The Edge!' yells Larry, 'Those are brand new drums! What the hell are you doing?'

Poor Edge is mortified. 'Aw Larry, I - I - I couldn't help myself, I'm so sorry, it's this flu.'

Bono calls a band meeting after the gig. 'The Edge, that was disgusting, I don't think you should be playing tomorrow night, you know, you're not well.'

'No, Bono, it won't happen again, honestly, I'm so sorry - and you know, the show must go on.'

So Bono agrees and when the gig kicks off the next night Edge is up there on stage, riffing away. The gig's going really well, no problems, but then as 'Do They Know It's Christmas' starts Edge begins to feel sick. He desperately tries to hold it down but it's no good, and makes a dash for the side of the stage, only getting as far as Adam Clayton, who he vomits over, copiously.

'Me best leather waistcoat!' howls Adam Clayton, 'The Edge you're more beast than man!'

Edge is white as a sheet. 'Oh no, Adam, I'm sorry, I couldn't be more sorry.'

Bono is furious after the gig. 'The Edge you've gone too far this time, you've ruined another gig. I've just been on the phone to Sting, he can fill in tomorrow, you've got to rest up.'

Edge is almost in tears, 'Please Bono no, this gig means so much to me, I know I've got it all out my system now, I'll be great tomorrow I promise, you have to let me play.'

'OK The Edge one last chance, but if there's any more antics like the last two nights then that's it, the end, you're out of U2.'

The next day Edge takes lots of vitamins and he's feeling fine. The gig starts and it's amazing, the best U2 gig ever, even 'Discotheque' sounds alright. Bono's really pleased, Edge is happy. They start 'Do They Know It's Christmas' and Bono moves over to stand shoulder to shoulder with his buddy and really belt the tune out. Suddenly Edge doesn't feel too good. His face is contorting, he's struggling like mad but it's no use - he turns to Bono with a look of desperation and suddenly hacks up an enormous greenie right in Bono's face.

The song stops. Edge is paralysed with horror - 'Bono I can explain, I'm truly sorry, you can't believe how sorry I am.'

Bono wipes the snot off, turns to Edge, and says

'Well, tonight thank God it's phlegm instead of spew.

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