I know Rupert Everett looks rough. And maybe a little bloated around the chin. But go easy on him, would you? Queens might not look better with age but they certainly get crustier, and in the process, there is nothing more entertaining. Think Elton John.
Here"s Rupert at a book signing the other day for his catty little memoir Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins - a juicy expose detailing his encounters with the rich and famous and also as a member of the rich and famous. According to Rupe, Bob Geldof has a mammoth sized c*ck, Madonna is whiny and narcissistic, Sharon Stone is psychotic, and Julia Roberts smells funky. Kind of ironic actually because for years there was a rumour floating around LA that Rupert himself gave off a most unwelcome odour, so offensive that my main "mo tells me it was legendary around gay town.
Still…I do adore his candor (he admits to hustling and lying about everything) and his cheeky sense of humour and that he can actually write - yes, he writes - and that he is pushing 50 and out of the closet and cleverly trying to reinvent himself without resorting to popping c*ckstands on the massage bed with a wife and 2 kids at home… sound familiar