Happy new year vintage mates! Sorry we’re late and sorry we got the wrong year, but Wooof and I just got back from time travelling in 1982 watching Prince recording 1999, then we got lost in 1962 and found a cool book of poetry from W.B. Yeats, and then we got tangled up in a vintage space war between aliens and robots disputing a 3 billion year old moon made of chedder cheese and denim!
Anyway, we’re back now, so happy New Year one and all, and may all your dreams come to fruition!
Here is the Yeats book of poetry, plus a poem of my own – in honour of someone who I dearly wish time would have allowed us a longer acquaintance.
Poem: Coffee with Huguette
Editor’s note: This poem has been selected for a special mission and will return soon. Apologies for any inconvenience.
Post dedicated to Huguette Laporte.
Words and poem by the editor.