"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)