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.