Robert Sandall, GQ, October 2005
ON THE DAY that GQ meets up with Bob Geldof, the man looks as though he's just finished fighting off a gang of ineffectual stylists. The white suit is beyond crumpled, the hair appears to be heading in all directions at once and the voice sounds creaky, as if it has been haranguing everybody within earshot. Which of course it has. "Fuck knows why GQ wants to give me this Outstanding Achievement award, the way I look most days. But I'm not proud. I'll take it."
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