Attend or else Winston will summon the pigeons!
"The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same, as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me
One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me"
from Comin' Back To Me by Jefferson Airplane
One for the shelves - Prof Anne Marsh looks at Oz Photography.