Molly Lynch: Me and Uncle Che have no time at all for Dickensian Russell

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I am related to Che Guevara.

Yes, folks, it’s true. The Argentine revolutionary and I have a lot more in common than a penchant for a beret.

Not convinced? I’ll explain.

Che’s father was a Lynch, like myself. He took his mother’s maiden name growing up in South America but his paternal family hail from Limerick in the Republic of Ireland - the same fair city where my grandparents were born.

Still need more proof?

According to legend, one of the last places Che was seen was propping up a bar in the seaside town of Kilkee. My great Auntie Patsy has owned a caravan far grander than her own home in the resort since the dawn of time.

So there you have it. I’m practically his niece.

This week I have been thinking a lot about old Uncle Che, particularly what he’d make of the fact the comic Russell Brand has been hailed as some sort of successor to his throne.

Following a Newsnight interview in which Brand, appearing to plug his guest-edited edition of the New Statesman magazine, slammed British politics and divulged he didn’t vote there are few who have not waded into the debate.

Until now I barely gave Brand a second thought. I always found the strength of his appeal - to women and the stand-up audiences - unfathomable. How a man who looks like a Mediterrenean version of the Wizard of Oz’s Cowardly Lion has proven irresistible to a long line-up of beautiful ladies is beyond me.

As a bed-hopping, juvenile joker of the comedy panel show set he was relatively harmless, but I am concerned Brand is being perceived as the voice of a disillusioned generation, the grand articulator for the politically apathetic.

His ‘I’m one of you, guys’ attitude mirrors the toe-curling approach of the privately-educated political elite he so passionately berates.

Is dressing like a Dickensian chestnut roaster and professing to be a voice of the underclass while using vocabulary of a sixth-former who has swallowed the ‘P’ chapter of a thesaurus really any better than an old Etonian hugging a hoodie?

How many people watched his interview on YouTube and had a separate window open for Googling all them big words he spouted, I wonder?

It is a dangerous message to send out to adoring fans that the best way to instigate political change is dismiss the electoral system all together. No-one ever led a revolution sat back in their skinny jeans.