U2

1: IN A VAST penthouse suite on top of a hotel that could be anywhere in the world overlooking a city that seems to shimmer out of an endless mist, Bono Vox (latin for Good Singer, a nickname given to him by his new band mates in U2 back in the Dublin 70s because it seemed to suit this cocky, stocky kid) serenely pads through a sitting room carved out of gold, mahogany and marble that is a shrill hybrid of Sir Elton John plush and Sir Mick Jagger ornate.