James on Russell

James Delingpole actually made me laugh out loud for real. He perfectly described the kind of reaction that Russell Brand always inspired, as far as I was concerned.

Just pause and think for a moment what it was that ever persuaded you, at any time in his career, that Russell Brand was a thing, someone you should have at least a semi-soft spot for, rather than someone you should recoil from as you might from a recently soiled wank rag.

What I think you’ll probably find is that you never really liked him. He looked greasy, dirty, like the junkie boyfriend your daughter dragged home in the small hours and whom you would happily have shot but for the tearful plea ‘But Dad, I LOVE him.’ Even though he was trapped inside a TV screen, you could still almost smell the whiff of stale sweat and smegma permeating your sitting room.

I can honestly say, nothing. I never was persuaded he was anything but a lecherous creep from the very first time I saw him.

As for Jimmy Saville, I always found him absolutely disgusting. I could never watch a second of him on TV at all. I would literally change the channel instantly if he came on.

It seems then, my pedophile/wanker/creep radar functions well above the norm. But it’s been (and often still is) a mystery to me why that is. The difficulty for me is not in why I am able to instinctively spot these slithering vermin; no, the difficulty for me has always been the trying to understand why so many can’t.

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