June 13th 2009 (south Croydon) U2 are angry. Bono sits before the TV camera with his head in his hands. He is finding it difficult to get across to the interviewer just how relevant his band still are. "Even more so now," he says. The Edge steps up to the camera, he is keen to … Continue reading dream diaries…29
I take off for the Pilot. It's sometime around lunch. Or, the time that folk used to call lunch. Perhaps they still do? All I know is that I been sat here in the flat for too long, passing time. Wake up, shower, eat runny eggs and sausage and red cabbage in pickle (it's … Continue reading Bastard Skirting.