As a kid, I grew to define what I didnt want my life to be like by sitting behind moaning women on the bus, hearing them bang on about their aches and pains, both real and imagined. – Julie Burchill
I dont really care what people tell children – when you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, one more fib wont hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion, posited in some touchy-feely quarters, that all women are, or can be, beautiful. – Julie Burchill

