LETTER FROM BRITAIN
Remember that scene in Miami Vice where Sonny watches a two-bit foe depart, grimaces in resignation and growls, “the antidote to civilization”? It popped into my mind just moments ago, as I crouched in front of my two-bar electric fire, watching Wham! replay 1983’s “Club Tropicana” on TV by the dim twilight of winter tea time.
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
OF CHAIN REACTION & INFESTATION
Cynthia Rose
Remember that scene in Miami Vice where Sonny watches a two-bit foe depart, grimaces in resignation and growls, “the antidote to civilization”? It popped into my mind just moments ago, as I crouched in front of my two-bar electric fire, watching Wham! replay 1983’s “Club Tropicana” on TV by the dim twilight of winter tea time. Let me take you to the place/Where membership’s a smiling face. If Wham! could spell Club Med, I’m sure they’d buy it...literally purchase the whole chain. And probably think they were buying into civilization as we know it.
For Wham! think they’re selling some psychological vacation to their fans. Never mind the snow outside! trills the candyfloss they spin. Never mind the bitter, squalid, sad end of the miners’ battle .or a future. Never mind that subway fares went up 10 pence last week, while the pound continued to flounder, that teen suicide’s making Peop/e-style inroads in British life. Never mind that AIDS eruption in the prison system.