I get scared when I write articles like these. When I am so fucking excited about something that I KNOW I simply have to tell you but am too scared to write - frightened at the prospect of surely not being able to describe the happiness and bubbling that I feel inside when I think about it. I'm talking about a TV series overseas called Entourage.
I remember as a kid being so excited about whatever devilish caper I was involved in the time, that I would get a bone. It was purely from the excitement (and to be clear, I have never, to this day, been turned on by pouring salt into a sugar bowl). I had probably never realised that being naughty could fill one's body with so many bubbles of excitement. The feeling was all so undiscovered. It's quite obvious what was happening. My brain was growing at the time, trying to accommodate this new unlearnt sensation that it was trying to pump back at me. It was all happening too fast and, at the risk of my head exploding, the blood was transferred into my penis, resulting in a (let's face it) magnificent erection. The human body is an amazing thing; as we grow older and are no longer excited about things that used to blow our minds, we slowly come to the realisation that sex is the only thing that we really get excited about anymore. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you (God willing) get a bone before sex.
Having explained that, I am now able to describe, in words, the happiness I felt when I watched Entourage...........Quite simply, I got a bone.
It's a big image I showed you there. Those of you who have had the privilege of watching Entourage would probably want it bigger than that.
I'll tell you right now that this article is not going to end anytime soon. So if you're quickly scanning over this, you're wasting your fucking time. Minimise the fucker and come back when you have a moment - because I want you to listen to this shit.
I was at some sort of a wedding or housewarming or childwarming or bar mitzvah or engagement the other day and I ran into Boozer. Boozer is always a great crowd so I gave him thirty minutes. We laughed, we cried - and then the defining moment came. He told me that he had something that I would like. A DVD set. A series. Like 24. Or Lost. Or Desperate Housewives. But better. The best, apparently. He said it was called Entourage and it was RIGHT up my street. I thought back to my 2006 Strengthening Ties Tour and remembered The English US PR Guy telling me that it was imperative that I get my hands on Entourage. (I can't believe I'm doing that whole italics thing every time I type the word Entourage - God, it's so emboerrissing.)
I asked if I could borrow it and he said it should be fine - because he got it from Forbsie who had bought it in the States . I would normally panic at this stage - when someone kind of promises you something - but it hinges on the permission of another. Not this time.
I have run into Forbsie from time to time over the years. We've never really had a good chat, but we're smart enough to give each other horns when we see each other. We're from different "groups" but Boozer vouches for both of us, so you've got a pretty decent litmus test right there. There was never a good bonding moment for Forbsie and I, so we didn't push it. There was no need - it was a bit of a given that our day would come. I would like to thank Entourage for giving myself and Forbsie a connection.
I warned Boozer that The P.A. was fucking lethal and, if I set her a task to get something for me, it would be got. Boozer assured me that he was done with EntourageSeries 1 and that I could have it. Piglet received the new assignment on Monday morning : "Get Boozer's number from the file (we keep a file on everyone - even you) and acquire the DVD set." Not since the 2005 retrieval of my Piz Buin (factor eight) from The Photographer had such a rigid task been set. Six in the morning sms's to Boozer seemed to be the only way to get the boy to remember to take the merchandise to work for the handover. (Our boy was at Incestec in town at the time and subsequently left - as they invariably do).
I took possession of the goods and went home, triumphant, to the Paris Hilton house. The Fabrics Guy was frothing at the mouth in anticipation as I frisbee 'd the DVD across the room directly into the DVD player (we like to keep the DVD player open for stunts like these).
Boozer was right - it was perfect.
The show is about Vince"Vinny" Chase (played by Devil Wears Prada's Adrian Grenier), an up-and-coming film star and his close friends that stick by his side during his rise to stardom. The show is produced by Mark Wahlberg and is apparently loosely based on his life. Anyway, Vince gives each of his buddies jobs to do so they can justify abusing (all very aware) the spoils of their friend's new found fame. They all get plenty action, with our boy, Vinny, completely cleaning up. He takes prime picking and leaves the boys to fight over the other stars and supermodels in the VIP areas. They all just COMPLETELY FUCK AROUND THE WHOLE TIME. It's HILARIOUS! Do we want ANYTHING more than this to watch?
His one buddy, Turtle (Jerry Ferrara), becomes the driver and fucks around all day in the Hummer or the Rolls. Eric "E" (Nicky Hilton's ex, Kevin Connolly) becomes his manager and becomes pretty good at it. Then there his older brother, Johnny "Drama" Chase who came pretty close to fame as an actor a few years back, but didn't get much further after his show "Viking's Quest" got cancelled. He keeps thinking he is a big deal but only gets freaks and weirdo's coming up to him to talk about Viking's Quest. But sometimes he gets a brain-dead bombshell and abuses the situation. But let me tell you the funniest thing about this guy........ HE IS MATT DILLON'S BROTHER IN REAL LIFE - Kevin Dillon. So he is basically playing a role that he IS in real life. It's too much to comprehend. He comes close to stealing the show.
The sideshow to the main crew, with his incredibly unstable marriage, is Vinny's agent, Ari (played by Jeremy Piven). I say "sideshow", but he pretty much steals the show. He is a fucking lunatic, throwing out one liner's like a whore. In the one episode he gives his special brand of motivation, with the instruction, "Knock off the hippie shit, strap on a helmet, and start shooting". He is SUCH a prick. You will LOVE him.
"Vinny"
Turtle
"E"
"Drama"
"Ari"
The show has extended cameos by various well known stars. For example, in one episode, they go to a house party at Jessica Alba's house. She is there, acting as herself. In the one episode Vinny gets his buddy/manager, "E", to get him Scarlett Johansson's phone number. He gets it for him - Vinny and Scarlett hook up. Then they throw in CURVEBALLS who you LOVE, like Gary Busey and Bob Saget. Bob Saget, now a washed up TV star, just gets FUCKED the whole time. The show is SO addictive, I couldn't stop watching.
Back to present day.........The Outside Centre had a bar mitzvah of sorts at his shed in Kommetjie. Boozer was there. I chiseled out another half an hour for him. We got talking about Entourage, as the likes of Nick Goldblatt came closer, intrigued as to what all the excitement was about. Boozer informed me that he had just completed Series 2 (also from Forbsie). I confirmed that he could expect a call from The P.A. on Monday morning. Nick Goldblatt, dick in hand, insisted that he should take delivery of Series 1 from me at the same time.
The next week saw incredible coordination by all parties involved, as the double handover went ahead as perfectly and precisely as a small child through butter. The P.A. orchestrated the delivery of Series 1 from me to Nick Goldblatt, and Series 2 from Boozer to me. Nick Goldblatt even found himself using 'the zebra' to acquire a brand new multi-zone DVD player. He uses the old one as an ashtray now.
All of us have now completed Series 1 and 2 (as they get better and better) and I am waiting for delivery of Series 3 which I have pre ordered on Amazon. Forbsie, I'll call you when I'm done with it.
I don't know how long these things take to get to South Africa, but MNET better wake the fuck up, because people need this shit in their lives.
[But then.....]
STOP. DON'T PANIC!! I have just found Season 1 and 2 online for purchase in South Africa. Check this out. It's easier than you thought!
Don't worry about a thing - I have made it very easy for you. That is why I am here. For you. To make you happier.
I adore you, Goddamn it!
Follow these links below... It'll change your life.
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I received an email from the US PR Guy which simply stated, "Front page of NY Times today - Story about Afrikaner pride and some song about a rebel general". He was referring to this very well written article.
Awesome! You gotta love it when our more emboerrissing stories make onto the front pages overseas. Just when you think we can get rid of it before the world finds out....BANG....everyone overseas is now talking about an Afrikaans uprising.
Whatever side you're on in the De la Rey debate (if there REALLY IS a debate to be had) I very much doubt that it had to get to this stage and I am certainly not going to dignify the subject with my own personal views which, quite honestly, I don't have the strength to form in the first place.
All I know is when I went to Parys to investigate the origins of Die Leeuloop, I sang De la Rey as loud as I could in every bar that they played it in (all bars). I didn't know what the fuck it meant but I thoroughly enjoyed the tune and enjoyed singing it.
Meaning and translation aside, did no-one watch Carte Blanche the other day where the writer of the song said he chose the general De la Rey because the name RHYMED well and was easy to sing? He went on to say that he could have chosen another name but "de Kok" isn't as easy to sing.
I'm not going to get into it but think we need to look at ourselves if something like this has made front page of the New York Times.
It is a sad day when one of 2oceansvibe's angels loses their mind completely. I am sad and happy to report that Britters is undergoing a nervous breakdown. People should have seen it coming when this picture of her wearing a wig (following the hair shaven incident) was released.
Hi, my name is Stable
You see, for me, pictures of chicks like this sends off alarm bells within my brain. If you've started seeing someone and you have a mental picture of them looking like this, get the fuck out of town - she's a mental case. You know the type - hiding in the bushes next to your front door with mascara running down their cheeks. "WHYY DON'T YOU LOVE MEEEEEE!!!!!!!". Phone the cops ASAP. Do not try to take them down. You've heard of the superhuman strength that scorned woman develop when they feel they have been wronged.
So that was the lead up, but then Britters lost it completely and went to visit Fenderline. He wouldn't open the front door so she attacked his car and the paparazzi with an umbrella. These pictures remind me of someone that worked for me at one stage. Also not too dissimilar to a football hooligan.
The Liverpool supporters were 'aving none of it!
Britters will never walk alone
You boys feelin' a little tasty? Are ya?
Britney is now on suicide watch at the rehab facility and has already gulped down two full size bottles of painkillers in an attempt to end her life. Shum, dahling!
She is quoted as saying, "‘I'm gonna do this, this is it! I'm through with the whole fucking circus."
"I'm gonna do this!" - Jesus, why does Britters have to get all 'movie' on us!
There is loads more. She even has a Death List of people she wants dead. She has completely and utterly lost the plot and searches her room daily for bugs and listening devices. I couldn't make this up. READ MORE HERE.
This time we receive another piece to the puzzle [permalink]
As much as our every breath depends on the next TBG (Tall Blonde Guy) sighting, it is only now and then that we receive reports which enable us to get a deeper understanding of the myth. A man so deep, so treasured, can never truly be understood. All we get are glimpses....tiny morsels of information that we must try to put together to hopefully decipher the code to which he lives. What does he think? How does he know? And, more importantly, what makes him tick? Today, we receive brief, although deeply satisfying, information about the TBG - before we knew he was the TBG. Some people were aware... even then - Graham M was watching.... and has collected a further nugget of information.
The TBG and Graham M - one of his oldest fans
I was at the same party as your previous TBG sighting, and could not let the opportunity pass me by. You heard about the aura he had at the party, but let me tell you more.
Ever since I was in my late teens, I have wondered who that tall blonde guy is. It was only when I read 2oceansvibe.com that I realised I was not alone. I remember, in about 1996, driving passed a block of flats called Dulwich Green in Newlands, and almost being blinded by a shock of white hair on the side of the road. After regaining control of my car, I saw that it was the TBG laughing and joking with a friend, as he removed his body board from the boot of his Toyota Corolla.
Later I would spot him in Lloyds on a Thursday night (stripper night). There were rows of guys in front of him, craning their necks for a look at that wonderful lady, yet his view was completely unobstructed, as he stood head and shoulders above the rest, a contented grin on his face. Only in my wildest dreams have I come face to face with the man himself. I was a little nervous at first, but his incredible aura put me at ease. He even permitted a photo.
Thank you, TBG, for the memories.
Graham M
Well it doesn't get better than that. Imagine a TBG sighting, 11 years in the making! God has blessed you, Graham.
The one time of the year that YOU give back to 2oceansvibe [permalink]
I'll get straight into it. 2oceansvibe is a 'blog' website and every year we have the Annual SA Blog Awards. Regulars will know that 2oceansvibe has won the best writing, best post and Best Overall Blog site for the last two years. These kind of accolades are the only thing that keeps me going. If I don't win, I will stop writing and you will never smile again. We don't want that, so let's all get together right now and sort this out.
Do me (us) a favour and read the following few paragraphs very carefully. The future of 2oceansvibe depends on it.
There are two stages to this, the Nominations and then the Final Voting. I will call on you again when it is time for final voting. Right now we are dealing with the nominations.
As usual, I will not write another article until I have been informed by the comittee that 2oceansvibe has been nominated for the final voting process. Yes, this is blackmail in a way but, let's face it, you wouldn't give a toss otherwise.
Once you have CAREFULLY read the following, click the link at the bottom to go to the SA Blog Awards 2007 "website" where you will make your nominations. Go to that website (at the bottom of this page - but read the rest of this carefully before you do so) and put 2oceansvibe forward in whatever categories you wish. We STRONGLY suggest you put it forward for Best Overall Blog, Best SA Entertainment Blog, Most Humorous Blog (let's face it - I crack you up), Best Post and Best Writing. For all of these categories, you simply have to put forward the address www.2oceansvibe.com.
For the Best Post category, put in the following www.2oceansvibe.com/mavis-sock-drawer.htm which is the article I wrote about my domestic executive, Mavis - it seemed to get a good response from you lot.
You must put in your actual email address because this year's sophisticated voting system will only count your vote once you click a link in an email that they send you AFTER you put in these nominations.
Christ, are you following this?
YOU MUST NOMINATE AT LEAST THREE DIFFERENT WEBSITES. So I will give you two other websites to mention, so as to legalize your vote. I suggest the following entries. They are both friends of 2oceansvibe.
Best Polital Blog - www.jontyfisher.blogspot.com
Best Overseas SA Blog - www.splattermail.org
So that's it, team. Please let's get together just this once and show planet earth how unique and incredible and amazing the 2oceansvibe community is.
It's all for you, after all.
NOMINATIONS HAVE CLOSED
WE WILL CALL ON YOU AGAIN FOR THE VOTING
THANK YOU, MY ADORING READERS
Of the SKYY vodka John Malkovich competition [permalink]
Some of you may have missed Cape Town's most exciting Wednesday morning competition ever - The SKYY vodka John Malkovich Competition - which launched this morning and closed right now.
For the chance of winning 5 bottles of SKYY vodka, we asked you to send us a picture of John Malkovich, who has been spotted in and around Cape Town. Not three hours later, we received this pic from Malcolm T.
Malko spotted at the "Porti" exchange parlor on Kloof
That is definitely John Malkovich. You can see that it is not someone simply BEING John Malkovich.
Well done, Malcolm T! The angels will be calling you shortly to arrange delivery of your prize.
I don't know why "Malko" is in town, but I'm sure it's to do with something genius.
UPDATE: People are moaning that the same picture was featured on the NEWS24 website and it was taken by someone else. Good investigating but I must remind you that nowhere in the competition rules did it state that the pic had to be an original. Clever Malcolm.
Some of you may have heard that John Malkovich is in town. The Marketer told me that he was spotted on Monday CHILLING at vida e on Cape Town's Kloof Road. You know where vida e is - it's the place where people in the ad industry meet to show each other their "porti's".
So, this is how the competition works. We want a photograph of John Malkovich, visibly in Cape Town and, in return, you will win 5 bottles of SKYY VODKA.
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It doesn't get easier than that, kids. Sheesh, some of you might even have a pic in your cellphone already. That's how easy it is to get pissed these days.
Just email your pic to editor@2oceansvibe.com with the subject "John Malkovich got me pissed".
The first successful picture will win 5 bottles of SKYY vodka.
God I love the way Ernie Els says doos. [permalink]
You would have read about it in the Sunday papers - the video clip which show Ernie Els "botching" a shot and calling himself a 'doos'. It's pretty funny. It's not incredibly unbelievable - I mean there is a good chance that Ernie uses the word 'doos' from time to time. Granted, it is fun to actually hear him say it - and on live TV. I also enjoy the commentator asking his mate what 'doos' means.
Give me a clip of Nelson Mandela saying "mqundu wakho " and I'll be pretty impressed.
Apologies for there being no Tuesday Tabs yesterday but that's what happens when you have a 24 hour silence in memory of someone - you have to stay silent. Dead silent. As silent as a doornail. As silent as a pillow. As silent as a pavlova. I laughed yesterday - I found it terribly funny imagining a new pavlova car model. How funny would that be. Say this in a serious TV ad voice - THE NEW CHRYSLER PAVLOVA. Hah!
Some might say I'm getting sidetracked. Some may be right. I may be crazy. But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for. Turn out the lights. Don't try and save me. You may be wrong for all I know, but you may be right.
Two years since Hunter S Thompson blew his head off [permalink]
Hunter S Thompson blew himself away two years ago, today. I take a lot of my own binge writing from Hunter and would certainly call him an "influence". There aren't many influences out there who are renowned for writing when completely hammered and stoned. This will be the only post for today. I am republishing the article I wrote the day after his death, two years ago. Do yourself a favour and download the article at the end which finds Hunter S Thompson writing about George W Bush. In it, he refers to Tony Blair as "that simpering little whore". Classic stuff.
Here it is - 21 February, 2005.
I was pretty shocked when I heard the news of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' writer, Hunter S Thompson's death today (Monday). It's one of those names that you don't expect to die. Some names come up in the news and the announcement doesn't sound all to crazy. The WAY in which Thomson ended it all (with a gun to the head) made sense though. Thomson was too smart for his own good, a non-norm. He thought WAY too much. We're all familiar with thinking thoughts that we know we shouldn't think. Thoughts to do with why we are here and 'what's it all about' and 'what's the point'. We're all clever enough not to let those thoughts turn into discussions within. ourselves. That's when it gets dark. We know we can't handle it. That's when you start freaking out. That's what Thomson did. He would always go that way.
Hunter S Thompson & Taki. 2oceansvibe kind of people. We've still got Taki though. If you don't know who Taki is, check out the two last months in the archives. I mentioned something about him somewhere there.
During the haze of the Cape Town season, I stumbled upon an article in one of the Cape Town papers. It was ahead of the US election and Thompson was called upon to comment on the situation. A 'state of the nation' from a totally different is basically what it was. It was an interview really. A 4,500 word interview. Cocktails etc. on the beach dragged the article out for me. I read it over a period of three weeks - only on the beach. I had to read it carefully. Hunter S Thompson is too funny. He has seen so much. He knows so much. He backs up his statements and ridicules others without blinking.
The interview began with a request for Thomson's comments on George W Bush. I knew it would be a roller coaster when it began like this:
The first time I noticed George W Bush," Hunter Thompson tells me, "was when he passed out in my bathtub at the Hyatt Regency in Houston. He was with a guy who had come to sell..." Thompson, sitting at his desk in a faded-green dressing-gown, stares down at a plate of untouched food: Danish pastries which were warm half an hour ago, smothered in red jam and melted ice-cream.
"Look, I'm not going to put this next sentence on the record. Let's just say that 'a friend of mine' was buying cocaine. I have friends in Houston from all walks of life. Lawyers. Professional men. Bush was hanging around with this crowd of what you might call gilded coke dilettantes."
Another killer line was :
"I never thought," Thompson says, "that I would ever see a president worse than Richard Nixon. But he is the worst president in American history, this one. Because he is the dumbest. And because he has destroyed, in four years, what it took two centuries to build up. He has taken this country from a prosperous nation at peace to a dead-broke nation at war. We are losing this stupid, fraudulent war in Iraq and every nation in the world despises us, except for a handful of corrupt Brits, like that simpering little whore, Tony Blair."
"Simpering little whore, Tony Blair"
Whaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!! Can you cope with that? The interview was printed in major newspapers across the World. He really didn't care about what he said about anyone. Read the book or see the movie, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", written by Thomson. He used to be commission to write stories. He was sent to Las Vegas and absolutely drowned himself in drink and drugs. His story was hilarious. If you haven't seen or read it, you should.
So that's it, just a toast to Hunter S Thompson. Cheers.
7 minutes of the absurd - David Caruso one-liners [permalink]
I have a couple of friends I discuss this with. Literally a couple - The Surfer and The DJ. I am sure there are more of you out there who find the opening scenes of CSI:Miami nothing short of outrageous. Our ginger hero, Horatio (David Caruso), takes in everything that happened in the opening sequence of the program and proceeds to deliver that episode's opening one-liner - OFTEN putting on or removing his shades as he does so. It's crazy. Just crazy.
Horatio spots something
Clearly not impressed
The Surfer put in a call today to alert me of the pot of gold that has been waiting for us on YouTube. And so, before I waste anymore time, please enjoy this Horatio one-liner fuck fest.
We didn't go to Clifton in the end. Camps Bay was just too pleasant to ignore. Would've been silly not to. I took a quick video just for you. For the people still at their desks in South Africa and to the ex-pats, wherever they are in the UK, US etc. Apologies.
As we enter the beginning of a FABULOUS week [permalink]
Good morning, my sweet friends. What a wonderful start we have to this week. Britney Spears has obviously bought some of Judah's latest stock and has subsequently shaved her pip. Some people are saying it is a cry for help, others say she is fucked in the head. I don't really know the answer, but I am sure she needs a big hug. All I can think of right now is going to gym which will be followed by a session on Clifton.
Yet another finds herself encapsulated [permalink]
The might and reach of this Cape Town phenomenon seems to have no bounds. The TBG (Tall Blonde Guy) has, once again, delivered a moment of magic to someone very lucky. Tarryn S tries her best to describe the aura that we keep hearing about.
Does life get any better?
Dear Seth
Wow, I still can’t believe it. I honestly never thought I’d be lucky enough to see the TBG, let alone have him put his arm around me and agree to have a picture taken! I cannot explain to you how being in his presence has changed my life. I always knew that if I was lucky enough to see him it would be a truly unbelievable experience, but words cannot describe the feelings that rushed over me when this picture was taken… even now I still get shivers down my spine just thinking about it!
I was at a friend’s house party last week (I had no idea she even knew the TBG!) and out of the blue the TBG walked in and took a seat right next to me! I actually had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming! I mean can you imagine? First off, the TBG at the same party as me and then he sits down next to me? I had to refill my wine glass just to calm my nerves.
We’ve all read how the TBG “glows”, but I could literally FEEL the warmth radiating from his body, his aura enveloped me and I couldn’t help but grin in awe of this great phenomenon. He was so relaxed and laid back, you could literally SEE how his presence brought an incredible peace and tranquility to the party…
I have to say that meeting the TBG was the single most defining moment of my life!
Thank you TBG for making a difference!
Tarryn S.
Well it simply doesn't get better than that! Shame, look at her face - transfixed on the great man. She is clearly elated. And the TBG! Just look at him! You just don't get any better than the TBG. He is IT! He is everything! You can almost feel the warmth coming out of the picture. I cannot believe that we are alive to experience this.
This goes out to you, my angel. You know who you are. I just wanted to send you this message to let you know that although I don't phone or reply to your text messages, I do still love you. Even when I see you out at night and I ignore you, it doesn't mean I don't love you - Daddy is just busy sometimes and you need to understand that. You know how hard Daddy works.
For you, my angel
It is only at night time in the Safe House, that Daddy realises you aren't there. When Daddy is alone. That's when Daddy cries. Because Daddy is just a little boy inside. Don't forget that.
Well look at this! Jennifer Aniston's tabs from the movie, The Breakup. Nice. Nothing wrong at all. We need to see them side by side with Angelina Jolie's to really get an idea of the change that Brad Pitt has experienced. On the other hand, Jen's face is starting to bore me.
And now for something completely different [permalink]
I don't expect you to understand my playlist for the 14h00 gym session.
1. Boogie 2Nite - Tweet
2. Numb / Encore - Jay-z & Linkin Park
3. Unbelievable - EMF
4. Radio - Robbie Williams
5. Sexual Healing - Ben Harper and The Innocent Criminals
6. Bangkok / One Night in Bangkok - Murray Head (Chess)
7. Life Is a Highway (YES!!!!) - Tom Cochrane
8. This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy (I've claimed this song)
9. Jump - Madonna
10. Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
11. Galvanize - The Chemical Brothers
12. When your heart stops Beating - +44
13. Think Twice - Celine Dion
14. It's All Coming Back to Me Now - Celine Dion
No, I don't know why Celine is there. All I can say is I get very excited in 'Think Twice' when she goes "NO, NO, NO, NO!!!"
In one of this year's funniest stories, Noel Gallagher (yes, it's not Liam this time) has taken a massive swipe at Bono. News24 reports (without any swear-word censoring).
Bono Nightingale
Noel told Britain's Daily Telegraph newspaper: "With U2 it's like play One and shut the fuck up about Africa. People don't want to hear about it all the time."
The outspoken Gallagher has also blasted Radiohead front-man Thom Yorke for brow-beating his fans with his political beliefs.
He has urged him to ditch his serious attitude to music and write a 'proper' rock song.
He said: "Thom Yorke sat at a piano singing, 'This is fucked up', for half-an-hour. We all know that, Mr Yorke. Who wants to sing the news? No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, 'We're all doomed', at the end of the day people will always want to hear him play Creep. Get over it."
I love it! I've always been too cautious to whisper rants about Bono, but it seems we are entering into a free-for-all situation. I'm fucking bored of Bono's vibe as well. I know AT THE VERY END OF THE DAY he is doing the right thing but it's getting nauseating - in a Francois Pienaaresque way. Bono and U2's music is obviously mind-blowing and they are without doubt one of the greatest bands in the world, ever. But I didn't buy my U2 ticket to be lectured about world debt and poverty in Africa. That, combined with constant pics of Bono goofing around with the Pope or the Dal
