'...three years ago, after three decades of taking cocaine three times a day, I gave it up, literally overnight', writes the lovely anti prostitution campaigner, Julie.
What a bloody heroine. Or heroin.
She's the one who asserts that sex workers are all trafficked, coerced or only work to fund a drug habit. So, guys, you read it here first; Julie Burchill worked as an inky fingered hack for thirty years to fund her drug habit. Shocking. By analogy with the 'Swedish Model', a law should be passed to criminalise any men reading Julie's journalistic output or, as some might call it, her mendacious, bigoted, shite.
Lest you should confuse Julie with Mother Theresa, she admits 'I'm still a shocking drunkard on a spree'. So, that's all right then.
In her sober moments, she tells us, she attends her Hebrew language class. Useful, presumably, if she has a hallucinogenic encounter with Moses or, perish the thought, Mary Magdalen.
Fuck me. You just couldn't make it up.
