Julie Burchill: Why I’ve given up cocaine
It always amuses me at this time of year to observe the fuss people make about quitting booze for a…
The lost joy of swearing
Upon discovering that Sinéad O’Connor has converted to Islam, I was about as shocked as a Yuletide shopper hearing the…
Julie Burchill is bored by Robin Green’s account of her time at Rolling Stone – and says hippies still stink
The last time I saw a copy of the New Musical Express — the ferociously influential 1970s pop paper which…
Hooray for Meghan Markle, a very modern adventuress
I’m keen on all sorts of my fellow females — broads, gold-diggers, career girls — but the best is the…
Why do the Japanese despise sex?
There are two sorts of people: those who can’t wait to grow up, and those who wish they never had…
Is Prince Charles so fond of Islam because he distrusts Jews?
It has long been my belief that whereas the quality of gentiles drawn to Judaism is very high (Marilyn Monroe,…
Sex and sycophancy at Rolling Stone
Many moons ago, I worked at the New Musical Express magazine, which transformed me from virgin schoolgirl to the fabulous…
The return of Lady Muck
My sainted mum was of untarnished working-class blood — she worked, variously, as a cleaner, factory hand and shop assistant…
Kill your friendships
Pals are a luxury, not a necessity
The joy of sex
Your typical Trollope-loving, Brahms-bothering Spectator reader probably won’t be aware that the most recent winner of Big Brother was a…
Diana the diva
Twenty years in August since Diana died. The anniversary is sad for me on many levels — she was definitely…
A cacophony of complaint
What sort of monster gives a bad review to a book by someone who was gang raped as a 12-year-old…
Amsterdam Notebook
When my husband and I arrived in our adored Amsterdam on a sun-drenched schoolday afternoon — less than an hour…
Alt-hate
At the start of the year, a Facebook friend messaged me, telling me that she and a chum had been…
Fallen idols
David Hepworth is such a clever writer — not just clever in the things he writes, but in the way…
The plight of women in Labour
We’re told not to judge books by their covers, but faced with these two it’s hard not to. Harman’s is…
Diary
More than 20 years ago, I left my fast life in London for a rather more relaxed one in Brighton…
Diary
More than 20 years ago, I left my fast life in London for a rather more relaxed one in Brighton…
The plight of women in Labour
We’re told not to judge books by their covers, but faced with these two it’s hard not to. Harman’s is…
Falling out with Love
Volcanic fallings out within bands are an ever-recurring motif in the history of rock music. There’s an obvious reason for…
Get over it!
As someone who managed to move from enfant terrible to grande dame without ever being a proper grown-up, I must…
So much for education, education, education
‘Your old man’s barking!’ I remember hissing indignantly at my then best friend Toby Young way back in the 1980s…
Feminists for Brexit
Britain is trapped in a bad marriage with the EU. It’s time to leave
Brighton’s gone Brideshead
My town is overrun with drunken Mileses and Gileses and Violets these days. Cross these oafish students at your peril
France: #ToutsAuBistrot!
Julie Burchill hymns the joys of post-attack Paris
