Paul gives the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi a healthily sceptical look in this splendid photo by Philip Townsend currently on exhibition at
Zebra Gallery in Perrin's Court.
Yeah baby! We've finally caught a Beatle! I make no secret of being the world's No. 1 Beatle fan, so when top-notch Hampstead poet, love revolutionary and London taxi driver, the Bombardier Bard approached me with the charming story of his fab-four-fare (ed. oh please, spare us the gutter press puns) and intimate little chat with Paul McCartney, I leapt at the chance of publishing it in the Hampstead Village Voice.
It really is a lovely little piece so we've printed a few hundred extra than normal just in case. After all, anything with Paul's name on it tends to sell a bit more than you're average cup of tea (ed. not least his records).
I'll be popping down to Printline in Belsize Parkistan this afternoon to pick up the rough proofs, then hand them over to be scrutinised by our beady-eyed, all in one sub-editor, proof reader and barrister The Barroness of Rosslynshire (ed. Rosslyn Arms, more like).
Then it'll be time to put in the finishing touches and send it to the printers!
Edition 13 of the Hampstead Village Voice will be available at any decent Hampstead news agent [or Waterstones] from 15th of April 2011.
Oh God. And we've got a Farce-Book page now too. So check it out if you must... Oh, and bother, the Twitter page is called Hampstonia so if you're really, really bored indeed, you know what to do.
Mustafa Goldstein x.
E. M. Goldstein