Pee po, belly bum, drawers. And, Russell Brand might add, winky, willy, wee-wee, dinkle. The surprising thing about Brand is not the number of notches on his bedpost or the extent of his now defunct heroin habit, but how he ever managed to tempt anyone into bed by quoting Baudelaire in the style of a stoned Tellytubby. In his Booky Wook, Brand relates his youthful misadventures in a rake's progress that sees him bouncing like a bouffant pinball from dealer to brothel to rehab. It's often funny and frequently awful, which will surprise no one familiar with his TV shtick. The title is a sly steal from A Clockwork Orange, a prime example of the Brand brand of chaotic erudition. As a well-judged school report reproduced in the book puts it: 'Russell is more able than he would have us think.'