There is a Dublin in both New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Perhaps he meant one of those?
No, he didn’t. (He also mentioned the Irish accent later.)
Why’s everyone suspecting my reading comprehension here?
Could it possibly be that he really is that dumb…?
You sure it wasn’t Huey from the Fun Lovin Criminals?
I was suspecting the typing skills of the article’s author, and/or the proofreading ability of the editor. But if you say he specifically mentioned U2, well, no one ever accused Bon Jovi of being a rocket surgeon. 
I just went into a shop to check my facts, and now find that I’d totally misread everything.
In fact, the article was printed in Then! magazine, and was about Johann Sebastian Bach, who said Kuala Lumpur was his favourite city because the rickshaw-wallas talk in iambic pentameter, and later said his ultimate quintet would contain five cello players and a harpsichord. And he thought Mozart a pale imitation of Handel.
Sorry for the misunderstanding there.
My GF was in a newsagents (in Dublin) the other day behind an old biddy who was nattering with the person (also an old biddy, I believe) behind the counter, thus making my gf late for work. Behind-the-counter-old-biddy asked old biddy A why she doesn’t do the ‘Lotto’ (as in the Irish national lottery).
Old biddy’s reply was:
‘Ah sure, I’ve no luck. If it was raining soup I’d be out with a fork’.
I thought to myself ‘what a marvellous, robust, almost lyrical, way the Dublin working class have of expressing themselves!’.
I did not go on to wonder what a New Jersey hair rocker would make of this, or how badly he would express it. I also didn’t decide to read every line of (my GF’s copy of ) a Now! interview by BonJovi.
Oh, and:
Bono!?! Drumming? WTF?
Anyone who thought JBJ was actually talking about gas station attendants and not “Dublin’s Everyman” has comprehension issues. Seriously.
Sorry, explain to me why somebody who lives in a country where there are no such things as “gas station attendants” should understand a metaphor about them?
Being stereotyped as a nation of twee, elfin poets who lyricize grandly at the local, where all the women look like Maureen O’ Sullivan and the men are all sturdy yeomen named Sean, is relatively benign as ethnic pigeonholing goes.
Given what the US stereotype of the Irish used to be, you guys ought to thank the National Tourist Board for the whole Enya-drenched mystical claptrap you lot have sold us.
You know, there is sometimes sheer beauty in overlooking a thread until it’s almost run its course.
Thank you, jjiimm for your last post. It was divine.
Are you telling me they don’t have human beings taking your money at the gas station? That person would be the gas station attendant. Sigh…
This will be the same Jon Bon Jovi who was once making a video and a group of fans gathered to watch. After a while, one of said fans sparked up a spliff. Upon noticing this JBJ stopped shooting the video, went over to the fan, grabbed him and frogmarched him to a nearby police officer.
Very rock’n’roll, Jon.
But anyway what I’ve never understood is this:
Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink
Sometimes when you’re alone and all you do is think
How can you tell the day by the bottle that you drink? Does he drink a different type of alcohol every day - “oh I’m drinking whisky so it must be a thursday” or “I’m drinking vodka so it must be a wednesday”? Or does he perhaps buy 7 bottles at the start of the week so he can tell what day it is by how many he’s got left? Or does he label them all with a particular day?
So many questions…
It’s a completely foreign phrase over here. They’re not even called “gas stations” FFS. Sigh …
No, you’re right, Kalhoun. It takes a true langer like you to point out to a dozy pillock like me that local idioms are indeed comprehensible across the entire English-speaking world.
In fact many of me old chinas have had the craic and taken the piss out of me about it down the rubba. Sure and doesn’t every man jack and the world and his dog know that. Thank you, Kalhoun, ya dappy bollix.
Great pit OP, Jjimm! Original, creative, and well written. 
Cheered up a hungover jackeen that did. 
Are you the JBJ metaphor police? Good lord, it’s like you’re going out of your way to ruin a good rant.
And Jon Bon Jovi sucks sweaty horse ass. He may claimed to have “rocked a million faces” but he still recorded “Merry Christmas R2D2” and had a poodle mullet. He can’t escape his past.
Scoops?
(This’d be funnier if there was no minimum word limit on posting)
jjimm, only for the fact that I know you’ve got a trouble, a post like this would make me want to be your mot*.
Excellent, you clever old Oxonian, you.
(* fonetic Dublin spelin, there; I suppose it’s maith really)
Not on a school night.