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.......
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