He's had all the publicity a self-confessed narcissist could want.

She's turned celebrity overnight and will probably get have her own show on ITV3.

They've sold papers by plastering two stunning looking people all over the front pages.

And Andrew Sachs? Well, he's had it confirmed – as if confirmation was needed – that his portrayal of a hapless Spanish waiter is one of the most loved (if casually racist) comic turns of all times.

So, the background? You'll know it anyway.

Dandy comedian and cheeky presenter phone 78 year old actor and tell him – shock! – his 23 year old grandaughter's not a virgin.

Funny? Actually, yeah. A guilty giggle.

For sure, it loses a little something in the telling. Especially if the teller is the Daily Mail.

Offensive it said, but if humour doesn't offend it does nothing, least of all make good comedy.

And vindictive too. Which was plain wrong. It was two pranksters caught in a moment, egging each other on, poking fun, inappropriate but never malicious, certainly never bullying.

Compare that with 30,000 complainants and a pack of journalists (don't you hate them?) witch-hunting two men in an attempt to hound them from their jobs.

That's vindictive. That's bullying. That's 30,000 people with too much time on their hands.

I liked the Sun's coverage best. They spelled out just how upset Mr Sachs was next to a picture of his topless grandaughter. I wonder how they thought the old boy would feel about that.

That's tabloids for you. Politicians at least should know better. Not GB.

"Unacceptable and inappropriate," he said.

Aye. And so is destroying the country's pension pot.

Russell Brand made a miscalculation while doing what he's paid to and pushed the edges of acceptable taste. He made a mistake. We've all done that. He said sorry. That should have been it. Resignation wasn't necessary.

Those who say he was wasting licence-fee money miss the point.

He's exactly the kind of sublime talent the BBC needs if it's to maintain some relevance to young audiences.

He's a comic giant among pygmies; a comedian who flaunts his own flaws in search of laughter; the heir of Everett, Skinner and Hancock.

Makes me wonder what old Tony would've said. Probably: "What about Manuel's granddaughter? Did she get laid in vain?"

Well, no she didn't. Because at least now we know what a lily-livered, moral-panicked bureaucracy the BBC has become. Good only for a dull diet of non-offensive drivel and to toe the tabloid line.

So, actually, there are some losers.

Me. Who adored Brand's Radio 2 show.

And the BBC. Which bowed before its enemies and allowed a mob, intolerant of human mistake and different taste, to set its agenda.