I spent a lot of time yesterday trying to write a post about people stroking Bono's inflated self-importance by naming him one of Time's 'Persons Of The Year'. Then I realised I had it all wrong. Bono is the saviour of the world! He weaves his Irish dwarf magic over politicians and immediately brings them to their knees. He heals starving African children by forcing them to sing and dance to U2 songs while he gets a photo-opt - it's the same as them eating a big bowl of nutritious porridge! Unlike the Gates who are throwing their cash at research and treatment, Bono keeps the billion plus dollars economists estimate he's raked in to buy hotels and jet set around the world in luxery. Because he needs to hop all over the planet in style if he's going to save it. And so what if his home country has one of the highest rates of poverty in Europe; saving that little island is not as high profile or a cause celebre as saving a continent. And it won't get you hobnobbing with Vladimir Putin either. Who cares that your simplistic view of how to solve African poverty would probably help corrupt governments that caused ethnic cleansing. Yes Bono, I raise my Bic lighter to you, your ego, and your easy answers to all the world's trouble. Write another one of your magical songs and pummel us over the head with your subtly. I also eagerly await the Time-Life CD series of the lamest protest songs - I'm hoping Jamie Farr and Cathy Lee Gifford will do the infomercial for it.