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MADONNA INTERVIEW : Q MAGAZINE (MARCH 1998)

Jesus, itā€™s Madonna. Sheā€™s got new hair and loads of religion, she knows what ketamine is and the hippest DJā€™s in the world think her new record is swell. ā€œYou guys are still taking ecstasy?ā€ she enquires of pharmaceutically retarded Danny Eccleston. According to the ever-reliable Sunday People, Madonna throws one hell of a dinner party. Foie Gras, it seems, is for the plebs. Pre-natally engorged veal is off the menu. Larkā€™s tongues, otterā€™s noses ā€“ the comestible exotica of the merely-rich and hyper-lofty ā€“ a dreary commonplace. No, the favoured delicacy chez Madonna, weā€™re told, is Japanese Kobe beef. Kobe beef costs roughly ?100 a pound and comprises bits of cattle fred entirely on beer and massaged constantly every day of their yet heady existences. Even Madonnaā€™s food has a great life. Consequently, Q is feeling sheepish about the Yuletide gift it has brought for the high-living health freak ā€“ a lowly Christmas pudding, albeit from Harrods. Itā€™s looking a little sad, too. US C...