Notes:

–>I forgot to say how polite everyone is here. It’s really something. The cab drivers are nice, the shopkeepers are nice, even the bartenders are nice. They don’t do that thing in America where they look for the biggest tipper or the hottest plastic woman.

–>Irish people say the word “feck” much better (and more often) than we do. Sometimes in the middle of a word. Example, this weather is fanfeckingtastic. It really is sweet.

–>A word of advice if you’re going to more than one show out here. Keep it to yourself. Do not tell the hard-working cabbie that you might have tickets to all three shows. He may get pissed and try and guilt you out of a pair or two. You are here for one show and hoping for more tickets later. You’ve been warned.

–>A note to the international branding community. Why is a candy bar called something in one country, called something else in another. Except Skittles, which is a word that cannot be defined in any country.

–>SP and I ate breakfast with a nice couple from Chicago this morning. We mentioned that both of us have traveled to Chicago for separate U2 shows. He said his company was getting a suite for “team building” reasons for one of the shows in the Fall. When you wonder who those suits are inside the ellipse, look no further. Some people don’t know the luck they have.

–>Special note to those in Ireland right now. The paper mentioned that there was a possible rail strike on Thursday morning. Just in time for the Cricket championships and the U2 shows. Have a backup plan in place.

–>There was another article in the Irish Examiner today about the text messaging portion of the shows. In an incredibly humorous sidebar, which wasn’t meant to be, the paper helpfully listed what they called “The Setlist”. It wasn’t from any particular show, just the usual suspects. The funny part was, at the bottom, next to an asterisk, was the phrase “may change slightly” which all we fans know to be wishful thinking. May change slightly. We can all dream.

–>We took the train from Galway to Dublin, where I now sit, high above the crowds of sun-worshiping people. This is one of the most beautiful days I’ve ever seen. Grafton Street is buzzing. The train had more than one fan of Coldplay on it. It was jovial. Something we yanks don’t get to do much is just sit on a train and listen to headphones. Coldplay and Interpol shuffling on the iPod, as the countryside whizzed by. It brought a smile to our faces.

–>I am officially the tannest person in Ireland, non African/South Asian division.

–>If you’re going to the Coldplay show tonight, I’ll be wearing the white Angry Little Asian Girl t-shirt. I’m very shy so come say hello.

Back later with more,

AG.