tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84208603345726831792011-04-21T21:26:19.295-07:00m.a.d.woman - www.madwoman.com.auhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11312846473008646044noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420860334572683179.post-88342158817625716112009-03-15T19:00:00.000-07:002009-03-15T23:15:08.214-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Last night I found myself watching comedian Russell Brand discussing his sex addiction therapy and award-winning sexual athletics (3x Shagger of the Year) on Rove. Watching him, I just couldn't see how that was possible.<br /><br />Funny man? Tick. (Actually, make that three ticks and an exclamation mark!) Just been shagged hair? (Height that would give Marge Simpson a run for her money). Tick. Raging sex appeal? Hmmm... wasn't so sure what all the fuss was about.<br /><br />To be honest, he reminds of a modern day Alice Cooper - who has never been my thing. All day, Twitter has been abuzz with Russell Brand tweets being a 'trending theme'. I wasn't sure that beyond that interview or watching him perform a night of comedy, I could ever find myself trending towards him.<br /><br />Until lunchtime today that is. I was crossing a Melbourne street and for a fleeting moment locked eyes with a man who looked vaguely familiar. The hair was not backcombed and his smile was shy, but his eyes were totally mesmorising. It took a second for it to sink in. I had been Branded. Russell Brand-ed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420860334572683179-8834215881762571611?l=dairyofthemadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>m.a.d.woman - www.madwoman.com.auhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11312846473008646044noreply@blogger.com0