Interview with lead singer of Blondie, Debbie Harry is the main interview feature for the July issue of The Richmond Magazine.
Editor's Letter
WHERE there’s a will, there’s a way. Things may be tight out there, but for those prepared to think outside the box, there is no shortage of routes to riches.
The much regurgitated story of the man who tried to sell his nagging wife on eBay – he even slashed the asking price in order to ensure a quick sale – is merely the dubious tip of a hugely creative iceberg.
Surf the web for similar instances of entrepreneurial flair, and you’ll stumble across everything from the ruthless man who flogged his dead granny to the woman who sold the naming rights on her child.
Sadly for the little girl in question, the highest bid came from an online casino. ‘Golden Palace Benedetto’, welcome to your life.
Nothing, however, can quite match the Pakistani farmer who, bereft of rupees, decided to raise a bit of cash by selling off his wife’s immortal soul.
Quite how he pulled off this daring metaphysical transaction, or who exactly was the buyer, are matters not entirely clear.
In fact, it was only when the man’s wife sought treatment for a prolapsed rectum that the shady deal finally came to light.
Fumbling about within her rear, the doctor suddenly announced that – horror of horrors – all seven of her chakras were missing.
Inspired by professional concern, he immediately launched a full-scale search, focusing especially on the area around the soulless woman’s breasts.
But to no avail: his patient’s immortal core had by now been exchanged on the black market for a sum which, say police, exceeded three cows and a yak.
Not exactly a one-way ticket to Malibu, but enough to buy a new tractor for the farmer, who was arrested and released on bail.
Time was, of course, when Debbie Harry, lead singer of Blondie and the subject of our main interview this month, would have fetched a fair few yaks herself in the libidinous male sector of the market – though not necessarily for her soul.
Today? Well, read about life at 65 as she heads for the Kew the Music festival (p10) and grab the chance to win free festival tickets.
Throw in some haunting tales of World War I, great wildlife art and a few pairs of sizzling summer shoes, and your July issue is looking hotter than, well, July.
So look after your copy, won’t you? Some men would sell their wife’s soul for it.
