Ryan and U2 return to Boston

Returning to Boston from Ireland was our friend Ryan. Here he is making an appearance at Crossroads. He was part of a team on a work trip and of all the places in the world they could possibly send Ryan and his colleagues they were sent to Boston. I mean, what were the odds on that?

'I used to be a warewolf but I'm alright nooooowwwwww!!!!', screams Ryan. Well actually, he's singing at this stage folks.

Lisa Marie has a giggle at Ryan's singing antics.

Oh no, now Jude's at it. Some edjit has stuck some Guns n Roses on and he's there, loving it, in the zone, like a champion.

Later in the week and U2 are in town for their No Line on the Horizon tour. A half day was taken by Marguerite and Jude for fear of missing the U2 party bus. Here Jude is trying to keep his excitement under control as he prepares to go to the concert.

Marguerite and Jude met up with Victoria, Niamh and Niamh's mate Orla who was over from Armagh on holiday (Orla in middle). The gang made their way on the U2 party limo bus thingy to Foxboro Stadium, home of the New England Patriots.

Snow Patrol opened the show in a manner that you would expect from the Bangor boys - brilliantly!

The new 360 degree stage was perfect in providing great views for all in the stadium. It looked like somekind of a space ship or a giant spider with the stage tucked in below. Check it out there behind Marguerite folks.

Poor Marguerite had a wee bit of a cold so a mug of coffee was the order of the day for her. Here her scivvy returns from the shop.

Ah sure nothing beats a U2 entrance and this one, accompanied by Bowie's Space Oddity, was pretty nifty indeed.

Bono was on top form i.e. lots of great music and singing and not a lot of talking.

All the old hits were there in addition to the great news songs from no Line on the Horizon.

'Let me in the sound, let me in the sound, sound, let me in the sound.' U2 were brilliant live and 'Get on your Boots' was one of many great songs.

The Edge does what he does best.

The bus journey home was eh......let's say, not as much fun as the journey to the concert. All the singing and laughing was replaced with snoring and farting as the gig-goers longed for their beds! Rock n Roll good times indeed.