U2

So we travel to Dublin. Croke Park to be precise. To watch a band in their late 40s. And I'm thinkin: "They're not gonna be anywhere near as good as the last time."

Yeah, remember the last time? The time when you stood on your own with 80,000 others and thought 'wow'. I can't, I mustn't see this band ever again because they have peaked. I said to myself, this is a spiritual night. God drew near.

But I go again to see the band I promised myself I'd never see again. And they rock up with this monster stage. They play (most of) the hits.

I'm thinkin: this is good. But it's not as good as last time out.

Then the band play Ultra Violet and life is good.