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Achtung Regret

I've been reading the book about U2 that Martin gave me as a thank-you for setting up his wireless network after last night's meeting. And I realise another big regret.

I regret sleeping that night in 1991. I vividly remember seriously considering heading down to Earl's Court where the queue for U2's Zoo TV show was already forming, the day before the tickets went on sale. Instead I tucked myself up in bed thinking I could always catch them another time.

And I regret the similar logic that led me to missing the Zooropa and Popmart tours too. How did I let this happen?

At least I caught Elevation.