What the fuck is wrong with Blogger today??? Jeez...

Amongst the punters in the crowded pub, Paul McGuinness and Michael Colgan were there supping away at their white wine and eyeing our seats jealously (since I had been drinking there since 8:30 I had taken advantage of fine comfortable seating beside the window). Theatre types are a strange breed and best observed from a distance - self conscious, self referential, self congratulatory, they probably are the same the World over. McGuinness however is a different animal, shrewd business man, clever, a player. The man who made U2 what they are today. And in my book, anyone who manages PJ Harvey must have some rock and roll credibility.