Look, this is just a very quick emergency update to let you know that, hot on the heels of last week’s newsletter all about Lee attaining the kind of hospitality most of us only dream of, he’s been invited to something else:
A party.
A party on a yacht.
A fucking YACHT.
A FORTY MILLION POUND super yacht.
IN CANNES.
Tomorrow. FFS.
Honest to god this newsletter just literally writes itself.
He has promised to be ‘back from Cannes’ in time to partake in all the various (boring, uk-based, child-centric) activities planned for the weekend, by which I understand ‘back from Cannes’ to mean ‘almost certainly dead’ and/or ‘crying tears of pure ethanol like a broken shell of his former self’.
That is all, really. More as we get it.
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You have to write an update! (If you’re not dead with envy 😅)