He can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible

And so, I found Russell.

This self-styled "S&M Willy Wonka", with a passion for fame, women and Morrissey. Hopefully, not simultaneously, but knowing what I do about Russell, he probably wouldn't say no!
I'd not taken much notice of this man before. I'd seen a bit of him on the old gogglebox and laughed hysterically at him and Noel Fielding on a quiz show, where they'd dubbed themselves the "goth detectives".
Then there was the furore that surrounded "Sachsgate" and the campaign, mainly led by the Daily Mail, to have him and Johnathan Ross sacked from the BBC. Even this did not seem to have an averse effect on his career and he appeared in the "St Trinians" film and then "Forgetting Sarah Marshall". Yes, he made me laugh, but still I didn't take much notice.

Enter Aldous Snow. Lead singer of the rock band Infant Sorrow and lead character in the film "Get him to the Greek". Here was Russell on the best form I had ever seen him. Camping it up as a rock star, drug addict and womaniser. This could very well have been a biopic, except for one thing; this man could actually act! No doubt, it helped that he could draw on his own experience of being addicted to heroin and then women. But, his acting was so plausible, I didn't see Russell Brand in that film, I saw Aldous Snow.
I don't know why, but I felt drawn to him after that. Suddenly, I could see what other women saw in him and why Morrissey warmed to him; he is aces!

I wanted to find out more about Russell, and unlike Morrissey, where I garner pieces of information from Google and the like, Russell has actually had his autobiography published. Two of them, in fact. (Note to Morrissey; do pull your finger out my love, I hear it's healed up nicely, so there are no more excuses)
And so, I purchased "My Booky Wook" online and eagerly awaited it's arrival. I certainly wasn't disappointed.
This was the story of a man, born and raised in Grays in Essex. Brought up by his Mum, he craved fame and notoriety from an early age. What followed, however, was not the typical path to stardom which most take. I won't go into his story too much, but I discovered a lot about Russell which I had never known. Things I didn't expect to discover and things which basically explained why, he became addicted first to drink and drugs and then to women. It was also peppered with Smiths lyrics, which would make me smile wryly, as I read them.
No real mentions of Morrissey though, for this was not the story of Russell's fame, but the journey which he took to get there. "My Booky Wook 2: This time it's personal" was ordered as soon as I'd finished the first (which was basically the day after it arrived!)

Booky Wook 2 is where the fun really begins...

Oh what a tangled inter-web we weave

Russell Edward Brand. Comedian, actor and singer, one time inexhaustable shaggeur (soon to be brought out of retirement?) and friend(?) of Morrissey. You know Morrissey, the former lead singer of the Smiths, now a seminal artiste in his own right. Famed as much for his lyrics,as he is his privacy. Adored by his fans the world over, he gives them a voice when they cannot speak; he conveys the words they cannot find. Once you "find" Morrissey, that bastard will never let you go, personally I wouldn't have it any other way. For me a world without Morrissey, is a world without meaning. A bit over the top? Perhaps. Of course, the world would still have meaning if Steven were not in it, but who would be there to hold your hand, embrace you with their dulcet tones and make you feel that little bit less alone? Justin Beiber? I think not!

Russell Brand, whose moniker is Rusty Rockets, had always been a bit of a curosity to me. Always on the peripheral of my "ones to watch" celebrity radar. I'd first seen him on an E4 show, which was attached to Big Brother. He gave me the odd chuckle and I'd think to myself that this man may well be a few sandwiches short of a picnic and other idioms, perhaps even idiots. This was a good few years back and whilst Russell is now none other than a Hollywood film star, I still remember with fondness, that "Hare Krishna" spouting nitwit.

Jump to 2011. Googling for interesting titbits on Morrissey, I came across the Morrissey's World blog.  The latest post was a review of Justin Beiber's DVD, which incidently, is of little interest to me. The post however had me laughing  raucously and spluttering drinks over my laptop with little thought for the consequences. Could Morrissey have really written this? It seemed to be in his style and others seemed to believe it was him. I jumped on that little bandwagon and away we sped to Twotter.

The very thought of Morrissey on Twitter seems absurd. He communicates through song and True to you, almost exclusively. Us fans have been waiting for that bastards' Autobiography for nigh on 4 years, I dread to think what the reprisals will be from those So-Low twits, should they deem it unworthy of having taken so long.
How would Morrissey cope with the constraints of 140 characters? Quite well actually, it would seem.

Having teamed up with other followers on the blog, we sought to find the truth. We were chatised by So-Lowers, while showing our solidarity through avatars of Roses. A few have come under suspicion and had an accusing finger (mouse pointer) shoved in their faces. Are you admin guy? Are you behind the blog? Are you really female? Are you a journo? Questions, never ending bloody questions!
So many people hiding behind the shelter of a screen. Annoymous in every way, other than their selected handles and avatars. How do you know who to trust in Twitville? Can you even trust yourself, once that elusive chance to converse with your idol chances upon you?

I pulled myself out of that world, quicker than I had leapt in. And then I found Russell Brand.......