I always found the slightly sanitised Russell Brand vaguely amusing. His overly pompous way of challenging pomposity tickled me in its irony and could see why the BBC Thought he was a little bit of a darling and a trendy challenge to they grey suits and grey hairs that fill the organisation .
But then we didn’t then see his stand up. A stand up that revealed his leopard spots, his crude way of viewing some women and his misogyny.
Glinting eyes and a persona reminiscent of a cartoon wolf he underlined in the most crudest of ways what he thought of rough oral sex, and he lost me in that second, as I suspect he did of many of his audience members.
He crossed the line and the level headed and fair BBC documentary Dispatches illustrated its point perfectly with that one vile clip that was shown.
Masks, we all wear.
They protect others from seeing the real us
They sanitize and provide a screen on which we project the more acceptable and socially polite self
But masks can slip
Sometimes they do just for a second
And when they do, I will always stick to my gut feeling , to that inner voice
Which tells u
This person is poison