Julian's Week

A local taxi driver told me where Diana is really buried but I choose not to reveal the location

• Julian Clary
• 15 January 2007
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The perils of inhabiting the vulgar wing of entertainment

One day all that will be left of me will be a ribcage and a scrap of a Gucci scarf

• Julian Clary
• 18 December 2006

It would be curious if sales of black dolls enjoyed a boom this Christmas

• Julian Clary
• 04 December 2006

Julian flirts with heterosexuality, supermarket clothes and breadcrumbed food

Julian's week

• Julian Clary
• 20 November 2006

My friend had to climb out of the Bentley, roll his trousers up and wade to dry land to give me a piggyback

Julian's week

• Julian Clary
• 06 November 2006

I was offered some Kate Moss and a sniff of Peter Sellers but didn't want to end up all Pope John Paul II

Julian's week

• Julian Clary
• 23 October 2006

I don't wear a veil myself (unless you count Peter Mandelson's Christmas party . . . )

Julian's week

• Julian Clary
• 09 October 2006

Celebrities lead very dangerous lives. I could react to my foundation and end up in a coma

I abandoned my trivial show and organised a march. Well, I thought about it

• Julian Clary
• 25 September 2006

Julian's week: Down in the graveyard with winos, hoodies and the various chemically enhanced

• Julian Clary
• 11 September 2006

Julian's Week: I can assure MI5 that all my hygiene products are of the non-exploding variety

• Julian Clary
• 28 August 2006