I shan't be commenting on the global phenomenon that is the suckily-written, Twilight-fan-fic smutbook Fifty Shades of Grey, nor on the movie that resulted. I just... can't even.
What I can do, though, is post this bit of Trews from Russell Brand, who bucks the tsunami of culture here to say some things that'll probably bring a lot of flames his direction. Holy mother of pearl, this scruffily-bearded British chap is batting a thousand in my little tally-book.
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