So* Bono turns up at the recording sessions for “Do They Know It’s Christmas“; on the first night, he eats some dodgy undercooked chicken and cops a dose of salmonella**, and when the time comes to record his section the next day, he’s locked in the toilets chucking his guts up. Day 2’s even worse; he doesn’t even emerge from his hotel suite, and spends all day puking for Ireland. Finally on day 3, the final day of the session, he starts to feel a little better; he’s stopped barfing and manages to eat something; but at the same time, his temperature is going up, he’s sneezing regularly and his nose is completely blocked. Just as he’s shaken off the food poisoning, he’s caught the ‘flu! Still, he exercises his voice a bit, and it seems to be working OK; in fact, the cold has given it a rasping quality which he quite likes. He makes his way down to the studio, turns on his microphone and bellows….
“Well tonight, thank God it’s phlegm, instead of spew!”….
(If you have no idea what I’m on about, TM, go to about 1 min 30 on the video in the link above. That notwithstanding, I acknowledge that this is easily the worst COSPJ ever, despite some pretty stiff competition. But it’s my blog, so sod the lot of you.)
(* - AAARGH - what’s HAPPENENING TO ME???!)
(** - Bob Geldof later uses the incident as inspiration for a possible child name, but settles on “Chlamydia Spudulika”.)