OVER-HEATED, OVER-HYPED, AND OVER HERE
Hi there, wish you were here instead of me—we’re in the middle of a heatwave so humid it might get the Vandellas to back up Mary Wilson in that American advert about “the supreme ice cream.” The real news seems to be slogging (the Beat will reemerge as General Public but uh, “can’t tell you about that until Friday,” so you’ll know all about it by the time this sees print) —but rumors dart around like crazy.
OVER-HEATED, OVER-HYPED, AND OVER HERE
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
Cynthia Rose
Hi there, wish you were here instead of me—we’re in the middle of a heatwave so humid it might get the Vandellas to back up Mary Wilson in that American advert about “the supreme ice cream.” The real news seems to be slogging (the Beat will reemerge as General Public but uh, “can’t tell you about that until Friday,” so you’ll know all about it by the time this sees print) —but rumors dart around like crazy. (They always call this “the silly season” here and pretend nothing happens, in order to skive off work and sit in the sun.) Lesley Au Pair seems to have made off to Morocco with most of the band’s money—have they broken up? (Did she take Adele Bertei? Have they broken up?)