Mark Daniels: ¿qué? What's all the fuss about?

That's the question on this website's poll this week and, unsurprisingly, the majority of us would. I'd certainly serve them, but then I must also be the only landlord in the country who would serve Alistair Darling too - though, admittedly, I'd premium the price of his drinks and make him sit down with all the aggrieved customers so that he could understand just how much of a muppet he has been in his approach to the alcohol trade.

Pubs are supposed to be welcoming, hospitable establishments where people can go to relax and forget about the trouble and strife of their days and lives. Pubs are great levellers, sociable environments where the airs and graces of twenty-first century life can be left at the door and where judgement shouldn't be meted out.

We have a great sign on the wall in our pub: "What you see here, what you do here, what you say here, what you hear here; when you leave here, let it stay here." It's a guideline that so many of my customers adhere to, and by doing so it creates a lovely, lively relaxed environment.

I don't condone the actions of Brand and Ross in this particular instance. Whilst I would have thought Jonathon Ross should have known better, it doesn't surprise me that Russell Brand was involved in such an act of thoughtlessness. I have never been a fan of Mr Brand's particular style of comedy, but it doesn't mean he should be ostracised for his ineptitude - and let's not forget we're talking about a pre-recorded radio show, where somebody in authority had the opportunity to pull the plug before it was aired.

What amuses me most about this whole story is that only a couple of people had complained about the prank that Brand and Ross played on Andrew Sachs. Whilst their comments were cruel and childish, taking part in a gag that only a fifteen-year-old boy would truly find amusing, it wasn't until the media got hold of the story that more people made complaints. 30'000 people have now been offended by the actions of these stars - but only because they've read the story, voluntarily downloaded a clip of the offending programme and listened to the Jeremy Vine show. Had it not had such tabloid coverage, almost nobody would have complained about it.

Even Gordon Brown has waded in to the action, grateful - I presume - that by being a bit of a prat, Russell Brand has managed to take the focus off the incompetence of the Prime Minister's government.

I do feel sorry for Andrew Sachs, a man who is still beloved in many of the nation's hearts for his portrayal of Manuel, the downtrodden Spanish waiter in the 1970's sitcom Fawlty Towers, but it's his grand-daughter at the centre of all this furore who could end up benefitting most from this.

Georgina Baillie has taken advantage of the media interest to deflate Russell Brand's legendary lothario ego and who pointed out that the comic found it amusing to cry out "Que? Que?" during their intimate encounters.

But the twenty-three year old is no stranger to bizarre encounters herself. A member of a little-known group called Satanic Sluts Extreme, Miss Baillie takes part in erotic dancing and mentions on their Myspace page that she is interested in meeting anybody who appreciates sex and horror and who can sell cheap, fake blood.

And - seeing as it's Halloween - I'd serve her in my pub, too.