The second big charity he supports is 'The World Villages for Children' which has more of an interesting back story, After a adventure in the Philippines, Russell saw the dire straights of kids on the streets with nothing and tried to help while there. But this was limited.
However the strange thing was 6 months later he got a letter from a Nun, Sister Michaela asking for his help to help kids escape a life of poverty and help get new schools built.
She didn't know he had been to the Philippines it was just a random letter but because he had seen things first hand and a Interactive CD-Rom version of his famous book 'Music Business Bastards (How to do well in the music Business with out getting ripped of) had just done well he gave all the proceeds to World Villages for Children to help get some schools built and has supported the charity ever since. This year being the 25th anniversary of doing so.
He has now added a 3rd & 4th charity to his interest. Sightsavers.tv helps kids with special eye deseases in third world countries to stop them going blind.
Finally, he has just become an ambassador for a UK Mental health charity Udav. Much work will be needed here after the lockdown ends.
There is a limited to what he can do and despite the rumours he is far from rich and asks that you look into the charities below. (Cut and paste link into your browser and check out your favourite)
https://www.crisis.org.uk/
https://www.mungos.org/
https://www.stchris.org.uk/
https://centrepoint.org.uk/
https://www.sightsavers.org/seen-us-on-tv/
https://udav.world/about-udav
BACKSTREET BOULEVARD
Stroll on stroll on down the street
by Russell C. Brennan © Wicked Works Publishing
Electricity flows through your feet
Down and outs are all you meet
Huddled together for body heat
You’ve got to be so hard
On backstreet boulevard
All weakness is barred
On backstreet boulevard
My god love you look a terrible sight
So would you, if you’d been open all night
Junkie, flunkie, why take dope?
Because without it there’s no hope
Junkies, wino’s, pimps and hookers
You’re nothing to them except onlookers
They crave and kroner, ten pence or a dime
The outstretched hand is the same world mime
You’ve got to be so hard
On backstreet boulevard
All weakness is barred
On backstreet boulevard