You're right about the book.That Julie Burchill, she's alright eh? First girl journalist into punk. Dad was a communist. Took loads of speed. 40 years ago. And her dad's dead. Fat contrary bitch who'll write anything to fill £1000. I mean 1,000 words. No, I was right first time.
We know a song about that: (Tune: "Wreck of the Old '97".)
They gave her her orders at Guardian Headquarters
Saying "Burch, we're way behind!
"We've lost half a million readers since 1997!
"You must whip them to a frenzy this time!"
It's a mighty rough road, from here to where you want to be
When no-one undersatnd your needs
And it ain't made any easier by the likes of Julie Burchill
And her rampant transpobic screeds!
Julie Burchill turned to her spoiled, paying intern
And said, "Shovel on a little more hate!
"And when we get out there, and the presses start a-rollin',
"We can watch them tr*nnies disintegrate!"
It's a mighty rough road .....
She was writin' out bullshit, makin' ninety words a minute
When we heard a piercing scream
Seems her ink had overheated and her fountain pen exploded
And she vanished in a cloud of blue steam!
It's a mighty rough road .....
An e-mail came to the editor's inbox
And this is how it read:
"I this really what you call responsible reporting
"When there's people wishing we were dead?"
It's a mighty rough road .....
When the money from the advertisements lowed to a trickle
They said "Sorry, that article stank!"
If you print harsh words about a minorty
You can eat crow all the way to the bank!
It's a mighty rough road .....
Frankly I'm not all that keen on sharing a first name with her.