The Guardian is the latest media outlet to indulge Russell Brand. What is worse, they are indulging him in their sports section. If Frank Keating were dead, he'd be turning in his grave.
Here's West Ham fan Russell on Saturday, comparing himself with another celebrated self-promoter:
"I was titillated by Tony Montana's ascent through the Cocaine cartels of Florida and South America in the movie Scarface: first he's hanging out with street dealers, then local Mister Big-type characters, before climbing to the top of the power pyramid where corrupt politicians teeter. My own experiences at Upton Park parallel that exactly."
As I recall, someone took a chainsaw to Montana in Scarface, the movie. One can but hope.
Here's West Ham fan Russell on Saturday, comparing himself with another celebrated self-promoter:
"I was titillated by Tony Montana's ascent through the Cocaine cartels of Florida and South America in the movie Scarface: first he's hanging out with street dealers, then local Mister Big-type characters, before climbing to the top of the power pyramid where corrupt politicians teeter. My own experiences at Upton Park parallel that exactly."
As I recall, someone took a chainsaw to Montana in Scarface, the movie. One can but hope.
1 comment:
Amen. Why has modern-day dandy Russell Brand been given column inches in the Guardian, let alone its sport section?
What next? Youth Hostelling with Tony Benn? Childcare with the McCanns? Gadgets with Stephen Fry? (too late)
Just because the man supports a (rubbish) football team and breathes air does not mean anyone gives a hoot what he thinks about the beautiful game.
Can't they snap up Pele, Maradona or someone whose footballing opinions aren't worthless?
Give Russell the column he really wants - a shagging column. Only trouble is the Sun's Bizarre team do that for him.
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