I emerged from the womb, right, I was wearing a top hat and I had a cane and said: 'Mother, that was an awkward and embarrassing birth. You should be… - Russell Brand

If you're going to use 'theatrical' and 'bent' in such close proximity, you're going to give people the wrong impression.

I don't see myself as a yoga person or a man who meditates and prays and eats well and says "Namaste" or "God bless you." I became that because I exhausted all other options. There was a point, I'll admit, when I flung myself full force into an L.A. New Age lifestyle. I'd just got divorced, and a movie I wanted to do well didn't meet my expectations. My response to this was to stop shaving and start wearing pajamas outdoors. That is relatively typical behavior for any lunatic; we see them everywhere—twitching, twisting, hollering at their imagined foes. The difference is I was doing it in Hollywood and my pajamas looked suitably ethnic, so I think I got away with it. Although my mates have subsequently told me they were worried and, thinking about it, they did drop hints like "Trim your beard, you look like a shoe bomber" and "Stop wearing them gap-year trousers, you fuckin' nut," but I was immune. A friend of mine, himself no stranger to mental illness, and that's putting it lightly—he's a right fucking fruitcake, living at his mum's on disability benefits—said to me, "In India if you have a mental breakdown, they don't build you back up again; they leave you in communion with God." He then looked up, mimicking, I supposed, an Indian yogi, and raised his hands and eyes skywards as if he were playing a tiny accordion just in front of his hairline. "They say, 'Ah, he's in conversation with Brahman now,' and they revere you. In this country they just give you a bus pass."

When I was an atheist it was because I rejected authority, and why not reject the supreme authority of God, particularly that boring fucker on Songs of Praise. I could reject him with the unsentimental dispatch of a clipped toenail. When I got clean from drugs and alcohol, I saw that the way I’d always seen the world was limited. It will always be limited. By yielding authority to a benign power, I found a key to transcend previous limitations. Modest limitations, like being unable to survive without the use of drugs and alcohol. Until the time when I got clean, I’d had little experience of loving, powerful authority. Authority had only been corrupt or inefficient in my experience.