Sorry Yeatser, but it’s over
Bad week for WB Yeats. First of all, his poem, The Lake Isle of Innisfree, was used by Bob Geldof in the promo for our World Cup bid. We’re not sure how Yeatser, as he is known among the rugby crowd, would have felt about this. But it’s not like the poem starts, “I will arise and go now, to front-up and drink 15 pints of Heino,” Similarly, he was never moved to pen, “Tread softly, or you might end up injuring one of your own men at the back of a ruck.” Things got worse for Yeatser later on in the week, when a bunch of his love letters failed to reach the estimate price at a Sotheby’s auction. This would make you wonder. Maybe it’s time to say to Yeatser, sorry, but we’re just not that into you, anymore. Don’t worry, we’ll still call on you, whenever we need to get the Yanks to come home for another Gathering, or persuade a sporting body to give us a gig because one of our lads had a great way with words. But, for now Yeatser, we’re sorry to say, it’s over.