Ooooh, what a palaver. Apologies for being absent for a few days, I have been carrying out my on call duty as a Russell Brand body-double diversion device.
I have been rather busy impersonating the celebrity clown ponse. As the media chase the long haired chap around London I lead them in the opposite direction. Not dressed as an Edwardian dandy, but with big hair and rather tight jeans, the idiot junk press photographers mistakenly pursue me all over the Victorian alleys of Whitechapel and Stepney.
After Brand and his smug chubby celebrity pal Jonathan Ross made right royal tits of themselves on Radio 2 they have been hounded by the press. Their embarrassing and mildly offensive remarks to Manuel caused an outrage amongst Daily Mail readers and led to dismissals and suspensions. Is it not brilliant when ignorance and knee jerk reaction wins the day?
This is where I step in. It does confuse and bamboozle me a little though. I constantly hear the Russell Brand comments shouted at me but I do not see the similarity.
Russell has a beard, I am clean shaven. He has thick eyebrows and mine are plucked. Brand’s got curly backcombed hair and mine is straight and flat. He thinks he is an Edwardian dandy and I am a working class lad from Mansfield. He dresses like a cock and I . . . oh, maybe there’s some similarity.
Still, I do prefer being mistaken for Russell Brand than Russell Grant.
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Good riddance to the two of them. Oafs.
You can stay.
It was a witch hunt though and should never have happened. Witches.
I think it is a really good thing they have gone from the BBC.
I detest paying my licence fee for that crap.
Better them than that torture that is Eastenders or Holby City. What am I doing? I am defending a couple of overpaid, unfunny fools. Must stop.