Question. If you happen to end up back in Russell Brand's house, with two clones, naked, would you collectively run out barefoot, in front of waiting paparazzi, in an attempt to thwart a traffic warden's bid to slap a parking ticket worth about €45 quid? Sure, I know times are financially tough at the moment, but I'd forgo the funds in order to save the remnants of my dwindling dignity.
According to WENN: "These two mystery blondes had to break off from, ahem, 'visiting' Russell Brand - when a traffic warden slapped a ticket on their car. The pair were shacked up with the legendary lothario at his north London home this morning when a parking attendant swooped. The horrified girls did what any self-respecting motorist would do in that situation - ran outside to try to stop the warden in his tracks. Unfortunately, the leggy lovelies were in a state of undress - and had to brave the chilly streets in matching bathrobes and bare feet. Maybe they'd been relaxing in Russ' famous jacuzzi..."
Or maybe he had hidden their clothes so they couldn't leave during a rambling stand up soliloquy, but then - two of them managed to locate bathrobes, and escaped to get help for the remaining blonde. Yep, there were no less than three "mystery blondes" (eh, what's "mysterious" about a herd of blondes being in Russell Brand's gaff, anyway?).
Russell Brand must be sprouting extra limbs, or summink; how else can one man entertain three ladies of an evening? Oh, unless, of course, the three ladies in question have the cumulative brain power of your average dim wit.
WENN reports that the three girls left, fully clothed, sometime later and were followed by a "swaggering" Russell, who was off to Glasgow for anther gig. And presumably another gaggle of instantly forgettable, disposables.