Well, STILL no energy to write up the extravaganza that was my last few days. Week, really. Two weeks, even. And alas, even with all the things I’ve been doing, in the meantime we somehow missed the Raisin d’Etre.
And no, it’s not 42.
It was the current (hahahahahahaaaa) issue of Poetry Digest, the world’s only edible poetry journal – edited and baked by the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cakes in the morn, Chrissy Williams and Swithun Cooper – which launched last Sunday while I was – oh, I was recovering from Julia Bell’s massive 40th birthday party, with Berocca and glaucoma. And it looks from the pictures as if a fine time was had by all.
But if you thought those cupcakes just looked cute and pink and fluffy, don’t be fooled. Being the primary producer of a Poetry Digest is serious business. I better make it to the next issue, I don’t want this guy to get cross with me.
Dear Katy
I loathe cupcakes! And I like pink ones least of all.
Best wishes from Simon
Absolutely gorgeous, Chrissy and Swithun.