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Top Celbrities push the envelope of filth

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27 10 08 - 02:07
The BBC could face prosecution over obscene phone calls that Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand made to 78-year-old Fawlty Towers actor Andrew Sachs.

During one message, Brand said: 'I wore a condom.' In another, which took the form of an impromptu song, Brand sang: 'I'd like to apologise for the terrible attacks, Andrew Sachs . . . I said some things I didn't of oughta, like I had sex with your granddaughter, though it was consensual . . . it was consensual lovely sex. It was full of respect, I sent her a text, I've asked her to marry me, Andrew Sachs.'

Ross could be heard singing quietly to himself: 'Your granddaughter ...she was bent over the couch...'

Later in the programme Brand even joked about the idea that Mr Sachs might consider suicide as a result of their comments.
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All the men involved are mega stars in the UK and their behaviour has an impact on the moral climate in this country and what people think acceptable - with the result that this kind of idiotic lewdness is considered big and clever, while those who object to it are made to feel that they are the ones who are peculiar.

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