Rupert and Me

Doing anything on Wednesday February 28? No? Smashing. As it happens, I'm going to be in conversation with my old mate* Rupert at the Atheneum Theatre that night, if you'd care to join us.

Rupert. Rupert Everett, silly. You know the one: homosexual, witty, charming, man about town... Oh wait, that's me.

This Rupert Everett: actor, author and wit:




The evening is being presented by Readings Bookshop, and while I don't have the booking details to hand, I'm sure if you were to call the nice folk at, say, Readings Carlton on 9347 6633, they'd be able to tell you everything you need to know about bookings and etc.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and immerse myself in Rupert's films, novels and autobiography...

Shit, I better take my tux to the cleaners, too!


*What, a bloke can't use a little poetic license on his own blog?

Comments

Evol Kween said…
If Rupert develops a little more body hair, you might just have to stop me from dragging him off the stage.......
6/2/07 20:57
Single Guy said…
I love rupert....ever since he sang say a little prayer for me in My Best Friend's wedding.
7/2/07 13:31
mskp said…
is this the kind of thing we should remind you of whenever you think "god! my life is SO boring."?

it looks pretty exciting from here, tricks...
8/2/07 12:01
Anonymous said…
mmmmmm yummy!
9/2/07 07:21
fastdump said…
Ah, sweet memories of youth...

I was an 'Another Country' punisher - I could rattle off that whole film like some can Monty Python (sad, I know)!...

"There's a hollow at the base of his neck that makes me want to pour honey all over him and lick it off."
10/2/07 12:57
richardwatts said…
mskp - i promise to never again claim that my life is boring. stressful and hectic yes, but boring no.
11/2/07 02:02
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