Let There Be Satellite: U2: Earl's Court, London

THE ROOM IS SPINNING. U2 are detonating 'Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World'. Bono, doing a passable imitation of the Lord's Anointed, swanks along the extended catwalk that reaches into the 30th row, shakes the hands of those who have rushed forward to touch the hem of his robe, heals a circle of lepers, pronounces absolution on a sinner or two, pauses to contemplate the Divine plan… and then he takes a good look around, smirks wildly and remarks: "It's on nights like this that you feel like Des O'Connor." This is more like it. Bono has discovered the existence of irony.