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[lovedstrangely.livejournal.com]

Hi everybody!

I've become pretty obsessed with U2 fanfic, especially of the slash variety and think it's all great. I've always loved U2 and these stories....what can I say?? Some are sweet, others are kooky and some are just so deliciously scandalous! They're all beautiful in their own way and tributes to one of the greatest bands ever. I just started working on my first, so that'll explain when I eventually post it in here how not great it might be. :-P

by the way, rogue writer, this is medie310 who emailed you about "galaxies apart".

ok, done now, just wanted to say hi.

from an interview with neil mccormick on @U2

[stateless.livejournal.com]

You have some funny and embarrassing stories about yourself and your friends in the book. Was there anything you refused to include? Did Edge mind that you outed his teenage self as a "sloppy kisser"?


There was something I left out actually but I’m not going to tell you now, since that would defeat the whole point of my earlier discretion. It is nothing sinister, just some schoolboy stuff that, in the cold light of adulthood, is a touch embarrassing. I will tell you that we all went on a trip for the Mount Temple choir, and Edge, me and another pupil, Stephen Balcombe, shared a room. I will leave the rest up to your imaginations! But you have to remember, we were teenage boys off the leash of parental control! Anyway, Edge should be pleased that the only thing I mentioned was his sloppy kissing, I have more!

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[happytogoblind.livejournal.com]

Hello,


I was listening to a bootleg (23 august 1993, Dublin) and remembered my very first thoughts about it. This part is the speech Bono gave after Desire and before the MacPhisto call:

"You know who I am and I know who you are. I know you even better than you know yourself. What a night, what a show - Zooropa, it's all over. So many have turned out to see us, I don't know what to say: Thank you, thank you, thank you...But you know there's someone who used to come and see us all the time, who hasn't been around for a while. We used to be so close. People think I've forgotten about him, but...I haven't. I used to find him so inspiring back then. He invented me. I was his most magnificent creation, the brightest star in his sky. Now look at me...a tired old popstar on platform shoes. I tried to speak to him all the time, he won't take my calls and I get blamed for everything, all the wars, all the famine, all the trouble in the world - I get blamed for it. Even the Evening Harold slides(?) me off. Who can I get to make me help make peace with him? Who will mediate for me and...shall I call the United Nations? Maybe they can help me..Off with the horns, on with the show. *calls* we're the United Nations. I'm sorry we're closed for lunch.....*MacPhisto sings Help and then Ultra Violet*


( I think... )

Bitter

[aversive.livejournal.com]

BITTER
aversive
In response to orother’s challenge.
Written in 20 minutes.
Self-beta'd as per usual.
509 words, PG, 100% FICTION


‘No time for sweetness
But a bitter kiss’


( Bitter )