FOR all his political passion when John Lennon wrote The Beatle protest classic Revolution there was a catch.

Lennon sings “you can count me IN” (and then - not so vociferously) sighs “you can count me OUT.”

Now Russell Brand, self–appointed spokesman for a rip-jeaned generation, has a book out called “Revolution.”

It is a vacuous, tame tome - and one I can’t help but put down.

“Don’t vote” RB simply elects to say.

Well, there you have his mundane manifesto. 

What a revolution in his own head.

This millionaire is now someone who wants to be taken seriously.

This egotist has said that he actually studies dictionaries for his outspoken, long-winded vocabulary.

Well, Russell, in my dictionary under “pretentious” it says “see Russell Brand.”.

Worryingly, he will influence impressionable teenagers who hang on every word they hear from this demi-god of Twitter and Facebook.

I steer clear of such a false prophet. Granted, he is an articulate communicator who sells-out arenas and is the darling of the chat show in an age of saturated social media, but he may well influence the young vote in the next general election.

He has hinted that he may stand for London Mayor. Eddie Izzard has already said he may stand.
So there we have it - comedians are proposing to take over the political asylum. 

Mayorship of London run by comics - it makes sense since they already have Boris Johnson in there at the moment.

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WHY do film producers mess around with our treasured memories?

I grew up watching cartoon classics such as Top Cat and Tom and Jerry (returning soon to CBBC). I loved Top Cat (TC) and was drawn to the big-screen version. Sadly, it was horrible and showed a lack of respect to the original.

The wise-cracking feline had become nasty and the script lacked the wit of the original based on the famous Sgt Bilko character.. Now my fellow critics have declared that the arrival of Paddington –2014 in live animated style is “too scary.”

Just what is the point of that? 

The marmalade-loving, duffle coated Peruvian emigrate should be innocence personified.

I can’t bear to watch it and will stick with my dog-eared books..

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GRANT’S TV Rant: I love football, but I am as sick as a parrot over the never ending use of clichés in televised post match press interviews.

Match of the Day is 50 years old yet footballers and managers are still using the same old tired comments.

Wayne Rooney continues to score verbal own goals with “we didn’t create enough chances.” Really, is that why you lost?

Clubs rake in enough money from fans, so why can’t they send players on courses to say something worthwhile to justify their performances after kicking a ball about for 90 minutes? Managers also come out with cob-webbed phrases when discussing defeat such as the over-paid team “lacked confidence.” If you or I “lacked confidence” in our jobs, we would be kicked out the door. I miss the wry soccer remarks of Bill Shankly and Brian Clough – they scored every time with incisive analysis.

Jose Mourinho, shrugging his designer-coated shoulders at any negative suggestion, is now as predictable as Arsene Wenger’s funereal quotes, looking just like an undertaker.

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AND finally...SSSS!

Billy Butler, the Wirral-based pilot of the airwaves, is currently sounding off in his daily BBC Merseyside show that we are in November.

He stresses that it is NOT Christmas yet.

Now we suffer excessive Xmas adverts on the telly.

The John Lewis penguin advert is now regarded as a cultural highlight - already in line for an advertising equivalent of a BAFTA.  And other department stores use our cherished pop songs and slow them down which  make us decidedly un-festive, non -merry and miserable. Bah, humbug.

Peter Grant