Julie Burchill Julie Burchill

The doomed union of Stormzy and Jeremy Corbyn

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It’s been a lovely month so far for us free-thinkers, with the wokescreen tumbling down big-time. First the predicted winner of the Best ‘Actress’ Oscar – a biological man – was revealed to have been a bit of a social media ‘scamp’ in the past, with a soft spot for Hitler. And now the popular modern singer ‘Stormzy’ (real name, the rather beautiful Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr) has blotted his copybook – gloriously so.

I don’t think much of his songs (‘Gals say I’m rude, they wanna see me nude/My name stiff chocolate, I got nothing left to prove… Gettin’ freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots/Then I finish with a facial just to top it off’) but then I doubt whether 65-year-old cripples are his demographic.

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