I don’t think I have ever pitied another human being as much as I did Shilpa Shetty last night when she was ignominously delivered to the studio of Big Brother’s Big Mouth and assailed for 45 minutes by a torrent of ill-mannered, foul-mouthed innuendo bellowed at her by Russell Brand, The World’s Most Pointless Man (TM).
Still, at least he didn’t call her Shilpa Shitty, eh?
I had precisely the same feeling re the ghastly BBBM, and it struck me watching the programme (which reminded me of the contents of a Hieronymous Bosch painting) that Shilpa had in 3 weeks transmogrified from a stuck up pain in the arse (from about minute 3 of her appearance in the house) into one of the most gracious classy human beings on television.
I was also asking myself whether Brand was so completely ineffably awful that he was actually some sort of twisted genius. I concluded quite swiftly that he wasn’t. He was just completely, ineffably, depressingly awful.