I am currently serving a 43 year sentence at Her Majesty's Prison Wakefield
because that fuckin Bono stiched me up. Bono is a cunt.
I hope to be able to use this site to prove to the parole board in 2032 that I'm an innocent man
and if I ever done something wrong it was that fuckin Bono's fault. He has ruined my life.
I am innocent of all charges. (Except for the thing with the cat).
I have since removed the tattoo on my head (see photo)
first I changed the word love to hate so it said "I FUCKIN HATE YOU BONO"
but then I thought, I still got that cunts name on my head and all them love hearts.
So I like went over the whole thing.
I'm not going to get into all the details right now but it all started when I was in my band ME2 in the mid 70's.
This is before Punk. Back then it was just called Unk.
Well one weekend we were booked in at the fighting cocks down in Sandy Balls, Hampshire
and on the second night a young spotty kid was with us backstage.
We were all having a laugh and that, he didn't mind being passed around and we didn't have to give him any speed either.
As he was wiping his chin before leaving I said, I said son, you realy know how to rattle and hum down there.
You keep that up and you'll go places. Now fuck off.
Well shortly after that the band broke up, cant remember why but it was Bono's fault,
but this little prick Bono knew where I drank so he'd be down all the time coming in my ear
"Hey ME2 I'm U2" ends up he says he's got a band that does "easy listening" versions of our songs.
I told the little fuck to fuck off, see I'd already had him. Trevor dont do second helpings.
Well he kept it up for a while, following me.
I'd catch him peeping through the shelves at Tescos and calling me at home and not say nothing.
When his band started getting big thats when it stopped. I thought, finally the little cunt's got over me.
Then a couple of years later I had a job setting up Elton John's piano at the live aid gig.
I was bending over bolting the thing down when I got a right slap on the arse. I look around and who do I see?
Only fuckin Bono on the other side of the stage laughing with his mates. Well I went over and gave him one back.
Then he was like feigning surprise and acting like he didn't know me and going "security, security" the cunt.
He fucking knew I was working for Elton and only did that gig because he knew Trevor was there.
So anyway long story short - When I did all those crimes against humanity they said I did - it wasn't me.
That fucking BONO stiched me up!
Now over the years the little cunt kept it up. Following me everywhere like one of them stalkers you read about on TMZ.
Sometimes I never even saw him for months but I could feel him watching me.
Like a cold breath down the back of my neck