Monday, February 11

Julie Burchill

Julie certainly was, and maybe still is, one of the great observers of modern pop culture. I've just gone silly on Amazon - as I plan to re-read all of her books.

Her writing in NME and The Face in the 80s was some of the most acerbic entertainment you'll ever read, and her newspaper columns in subsequent decades manage to change my opinions on subjects.

But the most shocking thing on her recent Desert Island Discs appearance was her voice. It is squeakier than a kid's toy. It's tricky to process her intellectual observations when all you can visualize is a plastic trinket from China.

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