Now, that’s some mighty fine eatin’ there folks. This guy’s letter is epic and a must read. He goes from chastising Brand for making his lunch go cold, to telling him he didn’t have an appointment, to stating that the execs might be a tad wary of talking to him because he was once fired for broadcasting hardcore pornography and being on crack. Brand has never been funny in my view and he’s a first rate whack job. But the media is dying to give ANY celebrity credibility, especially if he will savage Farage, who is a conservative and quite sane by anyone’s measure. The same cannot be said for Russell Brand.
Dear Russell,
Hi. I’m Jo. You may remember me. You may even have filmed me. On Friday, you staged a publicity stunt at an RBS office, inconveniencing a hundred or so people. I was the lanky slouched guy with a lot less hair than you but (I flatter myself) a slightly better beard who complained to you that you, a multimillionaire, had caused my lunch to get cold. You started going on at me about public money and bankers’ bonuses, but look, Russell, anyone who knows me will tell you that my food is important to me, and I hadn’t had breakfast that morning, and I’d been standing in the freezing cold for half an hour on your whim. What mattered to me at the time wasn’t bonuses; it was my lunch, so I said so.
Which is a great shame, because I’d usually be well up for a proper barney with you, and the points you made do actually deserve answers. Although not — and I really can’t emphasise this enough, Russell — not as much as I deserve lunch.
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One last thing, Russell. Who did you inconvenience on Friday? Let’s say that you’re right, and that the likes of Fred Goodwin need to pay. OK, so how much trouble do you think Fred faced last Friday as a result of your antics? Do you think any of his food got cold, Russell? Even just his tea? I somehow doubt it. How about some of the millionaire traders you despise so much (some of whom are nearly as rich as you, Russell)? Well, no, because you got the wrong fucking building. (Might want to have a word with your researchers about that.) Which brings us back to where we came in: a bunch of admittedly fairly well paid but still quite ordinary working people, admin staff mostly, having their lives inconvenienced and, in at least one case, their lunches quite disastrously cooled, in order to accommodate the puerile self-aggrandising antics of a prancing multimillionaire. If you had any self-awareness beyond agonising over how often to straighten your fucking chest-hair, you’d be ashamed.
It was paella, by the way. From Fernando’s in Devonshire Row. I highly recommend them: their food is frankly just fantastic.
When it’s hot.
Read it all…
The letter is hysterical and on point with spotlighting the fact that Brand is uber wealthy and a complete grandstanding hypocrite. Why anyone in the world listens to this rude, clueless buffoon is beyond me. He’s not for the little guy… he’s for himself and his wallet. He’ll do anything to preen in the limelight. But that’s Russell Brand, a typical Progressive bully for you… always turning up with a megaphone and without an appointment. It’s all about him.