You all remember how, at the MTV awards, Russell Brand, a British comedian who was completely unknown to Americans went on a wild anti-Bush rant, with a few jabs at religious people, as well. If you don’t recall, let me refresh your recollection:
If his aim was to be noticed by America, Russell Brand more than achieved his goal last night as he ranted that President Bush was a “retarded cowboy” while hosting the MTV awards.
The British comedian, who is a virtual unknown in America, left the crème of the music world stunned as he championed Barack Obama, ran down George Bush and made lewd jokes about the Christian pop band Jonas Brothers.
I’m happy to report that Russell Brand has finally gone just a wee bit too far, and he’s taken a chunk of the BBC down with him. Here’s the story:
Jonathan Ross is a BBC radio host who pulls in a seven figure a year (in pounds) annual salary. He had Russell Brand as a guest on his pre-recorded radio show. Brand was also on the BBC pay roll, earning something in the low six figures (in pounds) annually.
These two boys arranged to have an interview with Andrew Sachs. For those of you who are not afficienados of classic British comedy from the 1970s, this name may not mean anything to you. But for anyone who has ever watched Fawlty Towers, you’ll instantly connect him with Manuel, the charmingly incompetent Spanish waiter, who never mastered English.
Andrew Sachs (who escaped Nazi Germany in 1938) is now a 78 year old man and, significantly for this story, a grandfather. His granddaughter, who is a Goth performer, once dated Russell Brand.
Brand and Ross thought it would be too, too funny, as a sort of preparation for the Sachs interview, to call and leave a series of increasingly obscene messages on Sachs’ answering machine. The BBC thought the messages were pretty damned funny, and allowed this pre-recorded show to be aired. Here’s a taste of Brand’s and Ross’ humor:
Brand: I said Andrew Sachs! Look Andrew Sachs I have got respect for you and your lineage and your progeny, never let that be questioned.
Ross: Don’t hint.
Brand: I weren’t hinting! Why did that come across as a hint?
Ross: Because you know what you did.
Brand: That wasn’t a hint.
Ross: He f***ed your granddaughter! [laughter in the studio]
Brand: [singing] I’d like to apologise for the terrible attacks, Andrew Sachs, I would like to show contrition to the max, Andrew Sachs. I would like to create world peace, between the yellow, white and blacks, Andrew Sachs, Andrew Sachs. I said something I didn’t have oughta, like I had sex with your granddaughter. But it was consensual and she wasn’t menstrual, it was consensual lovely sex. It was full of respect I sent her a text, I’ve asked her to marry me, Andrew Sachs.
Ross: This has made it worse, you have trivialised the whole incident.
Brand: Hang up, hang up! It’s trivialised it!
Ross: No. I’ve got a better idea – let’s both put on striped shirts and break into his house, merely to delete the answerphone message – let’s see what happens. What could go wrong?
Brand: Nothing. Literally, nothing could go wrong as we smash our way into Andrew Sachs’s house.
Ross: No. No, we break in like cat burglars tonight when he’s in bed.
Brand: ‘Yes, while he sleeps.
Ross: …and go up to the pillow to kiss him to say sorry.
Brand: Kiss him up and down his body apologising, drench him in gin.
Ross: M********e him to say sorry. Make him feel better.
(bursts out laughing)
Brand: ‘So sorry, Andrew Sachs, this will make up for it. Go on finish it, into the palm of my hand. Good girl for uncle daddy, good girl for uncle daddy. (Laughs) There we go, what a show it’s been.
Ross: What’s that noise I hear? Ah, it’s a Sony Award coming your way.
Although Ross, Brand and the BBC standards department clearly thought this was good-humored fun for all, the British public, showing that all decency hasn’t been fully leeched away by a politically correct mindset that forces the abandonment of moral standards, went ballistic. The BBC was deluged with more than 27,000 angry calls, letters and emails. The Daily Mail (my favorite British rag) received over 5,500 emails on the subject, with more than 4,000 of them registering complaints. You can get a taste of that here.
Even the BBC can’t withstand that kind of pressure (and that is a good reminder for those of us contemplating the coming “bipartisan” era of a completely Democratic government that may not be subject to any Republican braking mechanisms, such as filibusters.) Heads have begun rolling: Russell Brand has resigned, Jonathan Ross’s job is on the line (and the complaints against him are in full flood), and the BBC has been publicly exposed (again) as a moral vacuum.
But even that’s not the worst of it. The worst of it is that Sachs’ granddaughter has delivered the ultimate insult:
In a frank interview with The Sun, Miss Baillie described how Brand was a flop in the bedroom, despite his reputation as a lothario.
Revealing that she slept with the star after their ‘lavish’ first date, she said: ‘ I’m not going to go into detail about what happened there although I’m obviously no shrinking violet.
‘I will only say he’s a disappointment in the bedroom considering he has had so much practice’.
She also said that Brand was ‘clean freak’ and would ask her to use mouthwash before she kissed him.
The details of the affair will heap more public humiliation on Brand, who has always been proud of his ladies’ man image.
Remember, folks: In the entertainment world, you can do drugs (as Brand did), you can get arrested, you can solicit sex from prostitutes, you can insult America, you can have a completely psychotic episode — and you will be the recipient of tearful support from everyone, including Oprah. But you can’t be bad in bed! In an industry completely founded on sexuality, the discovery that Brand is a failure in the bedroom is the ultimate ignominy. He’s through, folks.