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[Jul. 7th, 2007|01:52 pm] |
"Whether it was that arch-snob John Mortimer, drivelling on about the glory days of the old-guard Macmillan government and their alleged noblesse oblige, or Baroness Warnock being made 'physically sick' by a television documentary which showed Mrs Thatcher buying off the peg at M&S, or the Arena Jocko Homo boys whingeing on in perfect parodies of A. N. Wilson (who had just announced his intention to vote Labour for a more stable, less changeable society), Whyohwhynia about the 'orrendous break-up of community and all these Yuppies being ALLOWED to buy PROPERTIES in CITIES (an AMAZING liberty, no? - especially when the self-same hacks were sitting on nice little earners in Hampstead (Jah Spence) and Highbury (El Tone); what in the world makes it sound for journalists from outside London, like these two, to come in and buy properties from indigenous Londoners, but not for bankers? Answers on a pinhead, please!), what it added up to was a bad case of the revisionisms and a new world view which owed a lot more to Prince Charles - let's keep things as they are and admit that those Moslem chappies talk a good deal of sense about women - than to Prince Nelson - let's tear the roof off the sucker and see what comes down, what sparkling splintery shards the human spirit will shine into."
Julie Burchill, I Knew I Was Right: An Autobiography (1998)
But it's also full of shit like this: "It's a fact that the Protestant work ethic got invented because Martin Luther couldn't stand doing it to Mrs Luther any more. And look at who's embraced it! The Swedes and the Italians, probably the two most beautiful races on earth, don't work a minute longer than they have to, so they can have all that extra time off for fucking each other. The Japanese, probably the ugliest, work the hardest so they don't have to. And I bet you that at least nine out of ten so-called 'workaholics' are married. Like I was." Racism. :( |
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I was told from someone that knew her that Julie Burchill "approved" of my old club, how this was so I do not know for I don't remember her ever turning up (but then I make a point of never DJing sober so who knows). Steve Lamacq did though, he left soon after I shouted "who let this rat faced fucker into my club" to no-one in particular.
Are you still clubbing, geez? Perhaps I should pay you a visit. Not for bumming or anything, just for the night out.
Nah, we threw the towel in the face of increasing indifference last year. Well, that and the new venue smelt like a public toilet.
Where was your old venue? Anywhere I'd know? ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) moteur and I have a friend who's a bit like Julie Burchill - lives in Brighton, sort of bisexual, vaguely Socialist and pro-Marxist, very contrarian, very proud to have slept with a Jew... I'm going to use this comment to ask him if he has spoken to Petra recently? Two birds.
Push on Dean Street in Soho. It was cramped, and far, far too small but it was central London and cheap. Ended up getting shut down soon after we left anyway, apparently they were dealing coke in the back or something.
Oh yeah, I've been in there a couple of times I think.
I think it may have been more than a bit, there was lots of dodgy looking Serbian activity most nights (who all went mental for Depeche Mode for some reason) | |
