Teeth have been grinding at the H&G offices for some time about faux Wildean 'celebrity' Russell Brand. To have his shallow observations and cheap, empty Sixth Form philosophising broadcast to the nation under the guise of 'wit' has long been a source of mild depression. And his endless, self-fascinated confessions to his "Drugs Hell" have bored at least one of H&G into a snarling, cackling homicidal reverie.

It's therefore with joy that we hear tales of last nights G.Q. Awards where he was firmly put in his place, publically, by Rod Stewart. Brand claimed earlier in the evening that he'd slept with Rods daughter. Later in front of the whole audience he was forced to admit that he'd lied. Seems that a public school education and daddies trust fund doesn't buy you real class.

Rod - rock on. WP