Russell, Russell, Russell….
I might not be the most patriotic of souls, but when I watch this, I’m pretty proud to be British.
Beware, all those who underestimate Mr Brand; he may be vain, at times childish and was, perhaps, a tad promiscuous in the past, but he has a good heart, lots of emotional intelligence, is as smart as a whip, and he would never be this deliberately discourteous to anyone, not counting hecklers of course.
To actually talk about someone in the same room as you as if they (a) are a dog (b) mentally subnormal or (c) don’t exist, is, as one person on this website puts it ‘face punchingly rude’.
And then to add insult to injury and call that person by the wrong name and not apologise is seriously beyond the pale. The most unforgivable part is that they are (meant to be) professional journalists/presenters and Russell was their GUEST.
Word fail me….
But my clenched, punching fists did loosen when our Rusty laid waste to them all, and made them look like the bland, bumbling, thick, botox/filler faced amateurs that they are, especially that bint in the blue dress who kept edging away from him, pretending she found him unattractive, when all along she was nearly giving herself RSI working and fondling the length of her water bottle with deft and eager fingers….
No offence to any fans of this show, but these biatches were rude and got their just desserts as far as I’m concerned.
Russell, that was ace! You should include that video in your tour act….
Wow I was really angry there for a moment! A sure sign that I’m getting stronger 🙂