EDitorial ± 8-Oct-2000

Bono & Me

Well into autumn now, and the signs are there for all to read. Leaves are tumbling down, nights are drawing in, and I'm no longer able to change into shorts when I get home from work. So, a time of adjustment for us all.

A Goal At Night   Not that you'll need any evidence of the middle point (about the nights, for those with a problem with short term memory), but this was the scene up at Wherstead Park after last Thursday's footy game. Not only was it dark come 7pm, but darn chilly too. Brrr. Concensus was that we'll revert to playing indoors from next week, wimps that we are. That tiny dot of light in the sky is the moon, in case you're wondering.

So there was I thinking about the current month, and a lyric came to mind:
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care?
— U2
(I can confess openly now that I did go through a U2 stage some years back. Heck, I was a student. All my friends were doing it. It was a social thing. There's still the very occasional longing to listen to The Unforgettable Fire, but that's forgiveable, isn't it?)

If You Take Away With You Nothing Else
This week's moral is threefold:

  1. wrap up warm,
  2. make sure you've got lights on your bike,
  3. and if U2 CDs dominate your collection, go out and buy some Coldplay
Be seeing you!