U2 and Me, part 2

Hayes

There was a feeling in the air, a zinging electric tension, sparking randomly, somewhere at the outer limits of perception but it was there. Ireland, at the end of the ’80s was not a happy place.

There was recession and soaring interest rates, a vicious war of attrition raged within our shores with no sight to end or end in sight. The exodus of the young and vital was already underway, for more than a century, an escape valve. It…