I Hated Brand First

(I have revised this post, as on second reading it really wasn't vitriolic enough)

I feel I should say that I hated Russell Brand long before any of those bandwagon-jumping complainers phoned the BBC. I hated him long before I even knew who he was -- just seeing his bloated, retarded face staring out at me from bookshelves was enough to instil an animal desire to eliminate him from the gene pool lest he soil it by reproducing. I literally could not punch his face often or hard enough. And then I heard him speak.

I'm not too sure what all this prank call fuss is about since I don't live in the UK and don't really want to give the turd any mental bandwidth, but hopefully this will be the end of him. The British Public really only have themselves to blame -- this is what happens when you look to a fat, talentless junkie to provide your five minutes of entertainment: having suddenly pulled a "purpose" out of somewhere, they outstay their welcome until the last puerile laughs have died out. Comedy is a profession, don't leave it to useless wastes of skin.

If he does somehow end up on ITV, I'll only watch him if he stars in "Overdose of the Week". It's a pitch I have been developing. Call me.