Mark Simpson meets Julie Burchill and feels her gums.
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I don’t know about her neck, but her forehead is even better hung than mine.
I’d love to see you guys measure each others’ necks on the Henry Rollins Show, but I seem to remember you weren’t too impressed with Mr Rollins.
Regards La Burchill, sorry to hear she’s now dissing her first husband Nick Parsons. Loved their scribblings in the NME, they’ll always be a big part of my punk history no matter what. Her non-fiction has always been a great read.
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