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<strong>Spike</strong> | 15 YEARS OF BOOKS, MUSIC, ART, IDEAS | www.spikemagazine.com<br />

fucking hate with impunity, and I felt I just had to raise<br />

my fucking voice.”<br />

It should be stressed there is no editorial trickery<br />

involved in Julie’s broadsides here. This is simply how<br />

she talks. Very, very fast too. The only other person I<br />

can think whose words race along as fast as they think<br />

is Patrick Moore.<br />

“It’s so tempting to be lured in by the defence of<br />

humour and irony. One of the worst things you can say<br />

to somebody is they’ve got no sense of humour. If you<br />

look at the personal columns, you’ll often see people<br />

admitting that they’re ugly or not bright or fat – no-one<br />

will ever admit to having no sense of humour. It’s the<br />

final insult, the final thing no-one will admit to. But I<br />

didn’t want to get the fucking joke. If there was a joke<br />

I didn’t want to get it, just like I didn’t want to get it<br />

when my parents were watching Love Thy Neighbour<br />

and thought it was funny to call someone “nig-nog.”<br />

Instinctively, I just thought it was disgusting. To me<br />

laughter and great humour comes from taking on people<br />

above you on the social scale.”<br />

The documentary featured an extremely ill-tempered<br />

spat with TV “personality” Vanessa Feltz, who<br />

opined that her very worthwhile existence should not<br />

be sullied by having to pay her taxes in supporting<br />

welfare payments to such dread creatures. Really<br />

though Julie, you were great friends after the cameras<br />

stopped weren’t you?<br />

BUY Julie Burchill books online from and<br />

“I just wanted to punch her fucking face in! Listen,<br />

I’ve got a friend who thinks al Quaeda have ‘got a<br />

point’, I can sit with him and listen to that shit, I can<br />

listen to taxi drivers being racist. But when I sit with<br />

a middle-class person going on, I don’t care if it is a<br />

kind of prejudice, I just wanna kill the fuckers and I<br />

think you’ve got no right to say a fucking word, you<br />

just don’t know fucking anything about anything. To<br />

me, it’s not about race, there’s the middle class and<br />

the working class; us against them. Well, there’s three<br />

groups really but that’s the upper class who don’t count<br />

cos they’re fucking retarded … but put a middle-class<br />

person in front of me, I don’t care if they’re left-wing or<br />

right-wing, talk to them for five minutes, and the filthy<br />

fucking snob in them will come out.”<br />

Even when angry she is increasingly at ease, and<br />

warm in her demeanour. She doesn’t laugh much but<br />

does grin mischievously from time to time. Possibly<br />

libellous comments about La Feltz follow. But what<br />

would you say to people who claim that chavs are only<br />

a part of the working-class, and that criticising the<br />

former is not criticising the latter?<br />

“People say that to me trying to be nice, I always<br />

say ‘Don’t do me any fucking favours!’ When someone<br />

tries to differentiate between the deserving and<br />

the undeserving working-class the black heart of me<br />

cleaves towards the undeserving ones. My father was<br />

a member of the deserving working-class, he ended<br />

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