Russell Brand smuggled class A drugs up his bum

British comedian Russel Brand has revealed that he used to conceal class A drugs up his bum - in order to smuggle them through customs.

Brand, who used to frequently travel to Ibiza with quantities of both heroin and cocaine wedged up his ass said, in an interview with British newspaper The Sun:

“My need for a regular supply of narcotics would not be constrained by the exigencies of international air travel.

“I generally travelled with drugs up my arse in the belief that if customs officers decided to pursue this unsavoury line of inquiry, my day would already be ruined, and the discovery of crack or heroin couldn’t make it much worse.”

The outrageous funny admits that his descent into heroin addiction began in the Ibiza.

He added: “The first time I realised I’d become addicted to heroin, I was staying with my girlfriend Amanda in Ibiza.

“We lived together for six years and would ricochet from argument to sex to argument.

“Then I’d return home to London, to a life of whores and heroin.

“When things went well I’d smoke heroin to celebrate, and when they went badly I’d smoke some to comfort myself.”

Brand explained that his addiction spiralled out of control when he began working as a presenter for MTV.

He continued: “I never had much trouble getting it, especially when I was working as a presenter at MTV’s Camden studios. Heroin was everywhere in Camden.”

“I started hanging out with homeless people in the West End, scoring heroin with them,” he recalled. “I must have cut a ridiculous figure, dressed in my MTV-presenter attire – skin tight white jeans, graphitised tops, Ray-Ban sunglasses – jostling along with tem, as they set off in search of a bag in Covent Garden.”

Russel also revealed that he was even shot at whilst attempting to score.

He recalled: “I was on my airport, and I had to go to this estate in Swiss Cottage, taking the dealer with me in the MTV car.

“When the dealer went inside the tower block to get drugs a pellet pinged off the top of the car. Someone was firing at us from inside the block.”

“I was presenting the annual awards for some dance music magazine.

“I smoked abundant marijuana, smack and crack, and drank a skinful as well as taking four tabs of Viagra so I could still fuck.

“The next day me and Amanda took a cab to the Cotswolds. I took a bottle of Jack Daniels, an ounce of weed and loads of videos to get me through my rattle (as we denizens of the drugs underworld term it).

“It was awful. I remained horrifically awake all weekend.

“I still made it through.

“After a string of infidelities on my part, Amanda finally had the good sense to leave me.

“I thought this a flabbergasting affront and threw myself into my work, womanising and, above all I renewed an increasingly all-encompassing relationship with heroin.”