Friday, March 03, 2006

Caught a bit of that Julie Burchill on Chavs show the other night. As entertaining as I find her opinions, her sweeping generalisations delivered in that comedy yokel accent are just plain daft. She's way to old be down with the kids, and really, living in her bizarre Brighton world of drugs and TV, she's lost all touch with reality. This a woman who worships heat magazine for God's sake.

Now that's another story. heat magazine: why is this glossy rag, which more often than not features skinny/spotty/fat/chavvy, etc celebs on its front cover considered the first point of call for all PRs and an authority on TV? It makes me spit with rage at how much people bend over backwards to get in there. The last time anyone from TV was featured on a cover was during Celeb BB, wich doesn't count, and all interviews are about how often someone has sex. So really serious journalism then.

Which is why Julie Burchill is clearly a huge fan.

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