SHY YETI'S SECOND FURTASTIC BOOK LAUNCH OF 2009

Friday 6th November 2009

Hi,

As promised - a little later than planned; here are some of the photos from my last book launch, just before my birthday a couple of weeks ago. Thanks to everyone who came along - I didn't get photos of everyone, but thanks to Calum, Steve, Sean mark 1, Harry, Lucy, Calum, Gareth, Andrew, Gibson, Miles, Robert, Tom, Vinnie, Sean mark 2and David for coming along on the night and extra added thanks for the birthday presents, card and cake. Apologies if I left anyone's name off...

There is also a new poem from the next collection: DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS? at the end - as mentioned earlier this week - a silly little ditty called THE YETI OF MUSWELL HILL... It's only a first draft - but I like it...

I hope you like the poem and enjoy the photos, which are at the end after the poem...

Furry hugs,

Paul x

THE YETI OF MUSWELL HILL

There once was a yeti –
Up in old Muswell Hill…
Who would peep in through windows –
And sunbathe on the sill!
Still, folk weren't too bothered –
He was a beast of few words;
But it only took a quick growl…
Just to scare off the birds…
He was the very best scarecrow –
That a plant could desire…
The very best baby-sitter –
That a young mother could hire!
Yes, the very best waiter...
Who could ever deliver!
In all of North London –
A furry, fleet-footed thriller!
Down in old Hampstead woods –
Watching blooms in the spring!
Down the road at the Palace –
With his cat on a string...
If you ever did see him –
On the town - on the prowl...
He, more often than not...
Wore a large bathroom towel –
And a pink pair of slippers...
And a chic beret from Gap…
But he'd always say hi –
Yes, and then raise his cap!
He would go buy some milk –
Or a nice currant bun!
Go and sit on the hill –
And just lie in the sun…
Yes, it's the weirdest of stories...
I am sure you have heard…
For his lunch he'd eat kippers –
Serve his tea, lightly stirred...
What a life he did lead!
He'd just sit and he'd paint...
Maybe chase a few squirrels –
Plant a seed and just wait!
He would sweep up the leaves –
Turn them into a scarf…
Meet his friends for a pint –
Maybe only drink half…
He would keep his fur clean –
Take a bath in a pond…
If you sent him a note –
He would always respond!
Always lent out a paw…
To those in dire need…
What a gent without doubt!
A fine beastie, in tweed...
Oh, there once was a yeti –
Who lived high on the Hill…
He made his home in my shed…
Now he's living there still…
He'll always pop in for cake –
Or a cup of Earl Grey…
For he is one of the family –
Yes - and long may he stay!

Above. Calum and the new book - both covers!!

Above. Now Robert, I'm sure you can pull a nicer face than that...

Above. Okay, that will just have to do! NEXT!!!

Above. Sean and the new book - again, both covers!

Above. Steve and Lucy strike a good pose...

Above. Excellent! And another...

Above. Gareth and Andrew and the new book...

Above. Who writes this rubbish!? Oh... I do!

Above. Calum again - this time in portrait!

Above. Harry will only EVER read a book upside down!

Above. Steve and the Yeti... :)

DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS? - UPDATE...

Hello! Apologies for the delay in posting photos from the book launch a couple of weeks ago - the photos were taken on my flat-mate's camera and I've not been home to retrieve them since. Work on the next book is going well - I recently completed 4 more poems whilst in Krakow for my birthday and have approximately 48 poems for the next book - which means that I really ought to stop writing pretty soon!


At this rate the next book will be out early in the new year. I am planning a book of poems and monologues for the collection after DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS - but more on that nearer the time.

Hopefully I'll post all the new titles soon.


I have two new poems that I want to share with you - THE YETI OF MUSWELL HILL and CAT FOOD IN MY EYEBROWS... I'm going to save one for the next post (number 120!!) when I post the photos from the book launch - I think I'll go for the second of those two pieces for this post! The photos included were all taken during my Krakow visit between the 8th and 11th November 2009.

Enjoy! More soon...

Yeti hugs,

Paul xx


CAT FOOD IN YOUR EYEBROWS…

You’ve got cat food in your eyebrows –
And your bra on inside out…
You look a little insecure –
Without a shadow of a doubt…
Oh, your mascara’s running fast…
It’s making patterns down your face!
You are sipping at your coffee –
And sitting staring into space…
I’m unsure if you’ve gone ga-ga…
Or if it’s just your brand new look!
Are you reading people’s minds –
Or just perusing some good book?
With your shoes on back-to-front…
Yes, with your bow-tie far too tight!
With your eyes all out on stalks…
Can you still put our world to rights?


Oh, you have cat food in your eyebrows;
And your pants upon your head!
In one ear a mouldy carrot –
Up your nose, what looks like bread!
With a melon for a helmet –
Yes, with your paper mache blouse…
With your fab milk bottle specs –
Back in your field amongst the cows!
Are you playing us some joke?
Or simply just taking the Michael?
Or is there meaning in your madness?
Or are you trying to recycle?
With your hair a sickly pink –
With your awkward twisted smile…
Well, your image is eccentric –
And yet you have an awesome style!


You’ve got cat food in your eyebrows –
You’re in fashion – that’s for sure…
It is a bold and unique vision –
And no, it’s not been done before!
With a squirrel for a scarf –
And with a dormouse as an aide…
With a pigeon as your chauffeur –
It’s an image all self-made!
Everybody knows your name –
Yes, now many want to be you…
But if you’ve become a slave to fashion;
Then quite happily I’ll free you…
With your dinner in your pocket –
Fish and chips on either side…
You come equipped for all occasions!
You should be someone’s blushing bride!


Oh, you have cat food in your eyebrows!
Which is a look I’ve learnt to like…
You always look a little dotty…
You always wobble on your bike!
You always seem a little cranky…
Did you get cat food in your eye?
Did you lose your melon helmet?
Well, am I nosey now to pry…
With your piercing bloodshot eyes –
And your tongue-tied soliloquies…
Well, I find you quite bewitching…
Oh baby, won’t you be my squeeze?
I’ll eat the cat food from your eyebrows;
I’ll let you do just what you please…
I just love everything about you…
Your witchy nose – your knobbly knees!