So Pope Francis had a meeting with Saint Bono [patron saint of egotists].
So fucking what?
No, Bono. That was the expression of bewilderment brought about by tedious ramblings and a silent prayer that you would shut the fuck up.
I have had cause to see the Pope’s face quite a few times recently. He seems to permanently wear an expression of bewilderment where he looks like everyone is laughing but he doesn’t quite get the joke. It is the polite face of someone who just wishes he was somewhere else and frankly, if I ever had the misfortune to have Bono dripping sweet sentiments in my ear I would probably have the same expression.
I almost feel sorry for Pope. He came here expecting around 600,000 for his Phoenix Park gig and only 150,000 bothered to turn up. He also had his wrist gently slapped by our Varadkar and a bishop or two, so I could imagine that he would quietly like to forget about that little visit. It was hardly the highlight of his career. And then, just to rub salt in the wound, along comes Bono!
Bono seems to think he has greater influence than that of our Taoiseach, or indeed the victims of clerical abuse, but then that’s what comes of having an ego the size of a small planet. He seems to think he is the only one who cares about anything and that he somehow represents the real sentiments of the Irish. He’s merely the “singer” with a band, and a cunt to boot.
Saint Bono should stick to what he does best.
Screeching to his faithful followers.