Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Mr. Hewson, I Presume

"The only limits are the limits of your imagination. Dream up the kind of world you want to live in - dream out loud. At high volume!" - Bono

I'm late.

I'm about to hop into my car and drive down to Sydney - I have an appointment at the sleek Apple  Shop, to hopefully exchange my broken iPhone. Then, I may or may not have an appointment with destiny.

Number one on  my bucket list? The Numero Uno thing I really need to do before I die and leave this planet? Get my photo taken with Bono.

Bono is in Sydney, to turn the lights on the Opera House and Harbour Bridge ... illuminating them red , in honour of World Aids Day tomorrow. Celebrities are even getting in on the act, with "online deaths" planned, and fans are given the opportunity to buy them back by donating money.

It's an awesome cause. For the first time ever, I've even added a twibbon to my twitter avatar. (Is "twibbon" not the stupidist word of all time?) (I'm cynical enough to know that a twibbon will not really do much ... so I will donate some $$$ tomorrow too. Money talks.)

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So, I'm hoping to say hello to Bono today. Contemplated making a cardboard sign and standing near the Opera House in the rain all afternoon, looking for a big switch that he will flick later to make Australia's icons go (RED) ... but I couldn't POSSIBLY do that. (A cardboard sign would go soggy in the rain.)

I want a photo of us together, maybe doing gang signs. Why not?

I know he's the lead singer of the greatest band the world has ever seen, and I am a middle-aged married mother of small children. So what.

I plan on giving him my blog business card, so he might even read this. I know he won't, but there's a 0.3 percent chance he will.

And fuck statistics, anyway.

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Dear Bono,

Thank you for the soundtrack to this, my wild and precious life. I don't know exactly how you knew when I was going through all of my different stages to get here ... but you did. Your music and your heart sings straight to my heart ..... rips the skin up in my chest and goes straight in there. Your words have saved me, often. The Angel finally hit the ground ... and then she got up and got on with it.

Thank you for being a flawed, cheeky, hot, bumbling, awesome rock star. Thank you for using your powers for good. Thank you for holding my hand that time on stage back in '06. You can't dance for shit. I love you.

Eden XO
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