Saint Bob has been tearing into the BBC for a documetary it plans to show next week, which casts doubt on the effectiveness of Saint Bob and Saint Bono's efforts in abolishing world poverty. Naturally, he is furious, as this criticism pulls away the rug from under someone who had a couple of chart hits in the 70s and has traded on a reputation for 'caring' and 'not putting up with your establishment bullshit' ever since. If the Live Aid campaigns were shown to have made things worse rather than better, to have caused people to be killed rather than saved, then what was the point?
His Bobness has an annoying habit of larding his observations with recondite and abstruse vocabulary, in order to show he is not a scruffy, unwashed pop has-been, but is in fact an educated and literate individual. I know exactly what he is doing: I used to do exactly the same when I was 18 and learned about words like 'abstruse' and 'recondite'. By 21, I had learned to stop being such an arse and just to be myself. Bob hasn't got this far yet. The same is true of his habit of swearing in virtually every speech he makes - he thinks it makes him seem more anti-establishment and 'down with the kids', but in fact he just comes across as foul-mouthed and immature.
I really loved this comment:
The decision to try to mobilise world opinion through concerts was justified, he said, because "the lingua franca of the planet is not English – it's pop music".
Bob made this statement in -
b. Na-na-na, doo-wop, baby baby, tssss tssss tssss bumpa bumpa bumpa takakaka, yeah yeah, imagine no possessions, except my millionaire mansion of course, moon/june/spoon, love/dove/above, be-bop-a-lula, she's my baby and I don't mean maybe, not in the slightest, na-na-na baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby.
Starsuckers, More4, Tuesday 6 April, 10pm.