i went to his show in february at the demonfort hall in leicester. he walked through the audience and he came right near me and i grabbed his ***, he turned round and went, 'oooh i quite liked that!' i was chuffed
I want to be his "salvation," his "own personal Jesus."
I want to cook him meals, and hug him, and calm him down before gigs, and listen to his every thought.
It's so pathetic, really. But I can't shake the feeling that he'd really love me...
I used to go to London alot and I find that even now when I go to London, his past is still there. I was doing a commercial the other day and I remember a lady saying that she had been an "aquintance" of Russel Brand!