Oh No, Bono
So I’m walking along the street yesterday, and what do I see taking up a whole display window but a single book, spotlighted: Bono: In Conversation with Michka Assayas… with a foreword by Bono. Fucking hell what is the world coming to? Who buys this vacuous shite? Who encourages this dull man to prattle on for hundreds of pages, and then add *forewords* to the avalanche of waffle? The Daily Show put it best:
And once more, for luck: