Unless you’ve been living under a rock on the moon, you’re probably aware by now that altitudinous grubby beanstalk Russell Brand and his adequately-compensated colleague Jonathan Ross have got themselves in a bit of trouble.

Forget the ins and outs. Who cares? The EML blog is not a gossip column. The whole affair is boring me. What I find interesting is the reaction from certain parts of the media.

Are they fed up of reporting on the credit crunch? Or maybe they think this is of genuine public interest?

I certainly don’t accept that ‘sympathy for the elderly and abused’ is the primary cause for the public’s bilious hysteria. Even Sach’s sentiments have been along the lines of ‘Who cares, it’s done with, stupid mistake, let’s move on’. Nor do I think this has much to do with Ross.

I have two simple theories:

1) Maybe, just maybe, a lot of people hate Russell Brand? Maybe. His employers, MPs and, at heart, his viewing public? I’m not saying it’s true. Just that deep down, some people may not like him. Do your own research. Make your own decision.

2) And this is the one I really believe… That this is one of those stories whereby journalists wink from behind-the-scenes at the general public. ‘Look… Look how fickle you are. Look at your poor taste and double standards. You turn on a dime don’t you?’

Sometimes these journalistic winks are a little more obvious, as in this quote from Sach’s Grandaughter in The Metro this morning:

‘ “Me and my grandad are both really happy because it could have ruined our reputation permanently,” said the 23-year-old Satanic Sluts dancer.’

You don’t read that every day.

Go on. Have another picture.