The newspapers have been filled with extracts and reviews of Russell Brand’s new book, an account of his time as a hardcore drug addict, before he cleaned himself up.
The most prominent one today was that he once introduced Kylie Minogue to his coke dealer, while he was working at MTV.
All very amusing and probably an entertaining read for a couple of pages, but I just wish Mr Brand would just disappear.
As you can tell, I’m not particularly enamoured of his sense of humour. It seems to me that he’s a one-trick pony, combining elements of Jonathan Ross and Kenneth Williams into his act, but unfortunately the worse parts of each.
I guess I don’t quite get his appeal. He talks a lot in flowery language wears skinny jeans and scarves and has apparently slept with lots of famous women. That aside, he doesn’t even seem to be that funny.
Maybe I’m getting old and just don’t appreciate ‘young’ humour any more. but surely I’m not the only person out there who thinks he’s a charlatan (to use Brand’s own flowery vocabulary).