The two men had been to a party and had not slept, after Mr Fielding performed a gig at the 100 Club and met up with Mr Browne at the Hawley Arms pub.
Having been "almost the last men standing" at the party, Mr Browne was asked to clear up some wraps and drug paraphernalia as he left, and he put them in his pocket, intending to put them in a public bin.
At a convenience store, where Mr Fielding had gone to buy bread and milk and Mr Browne some cigarettes, Mr Browne was forcibly removed, restrained and handcuffed, with a search revealing the wraps - which contained a trace of cocaine, resulting in no further action.
Fielding had been DJing in drag at the afterparty and, without bothering to change, went on to a pool party, where the guests included a member of the scary hip-hop group the Wu-Tang Clan (he can’t remember which one — he was, you won’t be surprised to learn, somewhat the worse for wear).
The rapper looked sternly at Fielding, still in drag, make-up running down his face, and said: “What the f*** is your story? Telling this tale in a coffee shop near his home in Kentish Town, northwest London, Fielding is dressed more conventionally, but only just.
They had somehow snowballed from outlandish niche to global cult on TV and stage, establishing Fielding as a kind of psychedelic renaissance man: stand-up, actor, musician, panel show regular, visual artist, hellraiser.
Or, as Phill Jupitus, his former colleague on Never Mind the Buzzcocks, put it: “A gothic George Best.”The Los Angeles show had been attended by Robin Williams and John Paul Jones, of Led Zeppelin, along with fans dressed up as Boosh characters, including Fielding’s Old Gregg, a hermaphroditic merman with a thing for Baileys Irish Cream.
No drugs were found and he was released without charge.
Ruling on Mr Browne's action for assault and battery, the judge said she did not accept the police evidence that Mr Fielding was stumbling and obviously "high".
An ambulance was called and he was taken to hospital.