Just know that I was hoping to reach pensionable age before I heard anymore of their over produced garbage. I've just turned 37.

Since How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb; I've completed my degree, got a job, moved house twice, passed my driving test, bought a car, got the internet, bought my first mp3 player (Zen, still going strong), watched the complete The Wire (although I went through it inside in 2 months last year), been to three Green Man Festivals, one Glastonbury, visited Prague and Rome...and finally I've also recorded 2 complete demo cd's of album length (digital home recording, over-dubing each instrument) with artwork etc. So they've been a bit lapse I'd say.

Moved house and subscribed to Word. It's a good life. Lets hope Danmac discovers his.

praying to the powers that be (or not be) that St Paul Hewson's charidee work would keep him out of the studio and prevent another album of bombastic non-sequitirs from appearing.
*shakes fist at sky*

...I used up the last of my ‘get out of jail free cards’, that permit a certain amount of youthful indiscretion and hangover-free mornings. I returned home, battered and bruised from two months in Eritrea, in the knowledge that I couldn’t travel like this anymore: No more sleeping outdoors, breathing in lungfuls of sand. No more hours spent standing in the blazing sun on desolate stretches of road, trying to flag down cars, watching my diminishing water supply condense on the inside of a crumpled plastic bottle. No more nights spent shaking rigid with fever, and days of not eating properly.

In 2007 I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis and subsequently with a degenerative liver condition, thought to be tied to my overeager immune system.

After years of drifting through life with no particular aim, the hospital has given me a sense of purpose and is an institution that I would like to be involved in. At the moment it’s only voluntary work, but I am going to keep applying for jobs there until they give up and hire me. I like complicated things and the NHS is endlessly intriguing; seemingly doomed to failure by its own ambition and scale, yet somehow it battles on. A little bit like U2.

...Lost mother to cancer, grappled with duaghter's unusually rare medical condition, had good times, had bad times, quit job and sold *everything* to emigrate to the US, got another job, worried about schools, moved apartments, bought a Mini Clubman. Generally enjoying life - it's all we've got, so you can only make the best of it.

Oh, only 3 seasons of the Wire so far. And I've played precisely 0 songs by U2 in the whole time...

two kids.

I've met my future wife, become an uncle, got married, had a child myself, been travelling in South America, changed jobs, doubled my income, moved house three times, seen Exeter City play at Old Trafford and at Wembley twice.

... met someone else, moved from Kent to Stafford, got engaged, got married (again), travelled to see my daughters by my first marriage and who now live in Australia, had daughter number 3 - Rosie, the apple of my eye. That'll do.