a sad day

Wednesday 27 May 09

Well,well, well. The California Supreme Court upheld Prop 8.  And so again the great state of California is a becon for bigotry and inequality.  At least the thousands of same sex couples who were married during those halycon days last summer will have their rites protected and respected. 

I have heard from friends all over the country who have been attending demonstrations this evening. It's great that people - gay and straight - are finally being mobilized and motivated by the repeated abuses of our rights, not to mention the many highly visible abuses to out gay troops.

However, I wish our President would come out and speak up for us.  If ever we needed to be reminded that we have an ally in him, and if ever America needed to hear his wisdom and ability to turn controversy and furore into a lesson in fairness and the reaffimration of our country's basic liberties for all, it's now. Come on, Barack.  Risk it. Speak up for your gay brothers and sisters in our hour of need.

In other news, I'm in Vancouver, where I started shooting Riverworld, a mini series for the Scifi channel (soon to be sy fy, and what's that about?!!) I am blue again, and spent my first day speaking to a very attractive, topless young man who was strapped to a gurney.  I was waterboarding him. Just another day at the office.

I also discovered that the Sydney Theatre Company are doing mine and Tim Supple's adaptation of Dario Fo's Accidental Death of an Anarchist later this year.  I originally did that version at the National Theatre in London in 1990/91!!

On Monday June 1st I'll be hosting the Astaire Awards in NYC.  It should be fun. I have a great suit to wear from my friends at G Star Raw which includes a top hat!!

Let's chant for a better day coming to be gay in America. 

Below here I am with Dario Fo himself, getting a few comedy tips...


masterpiece fashion

Saturday 16 May 09

Here's a little video from the folks at Masterpiece Mystery, taken when I shot the new season in Boston earlier this year.  It kind of shows how inane my life can be at times!!


f you momofuku

Thursday 14 May 09

last night I got chucked out of momofuku ssam bar on second avenue in the east village.  and for why i hear you cry?  oh, for ordering food and wine! yes, that's right, folks.  and the man who ejected us had, i suspect, been imbibing something other than the delicious fare that we have come to expect from this downtown eaterie.

here's what happened: i arrive with my man to meet three friends at momofuku ssam bar.  they have already been eating and recommend the squid salad which i order along with some saki.  i eat the salad and drink the saki. both are delicious. then two of the friends leave, and my manager arrives.  we order some wine and more food for my lovely manager and the table. 

shortly after this a tall, agitated man (who had not introduced himself as an employee of the restaurant and this omission, in addition to his bizarre demanour, made us think for a good thirty seconds that he was just a crazy person who had come over to bother us ) started telling us that because some of us had joined an existing booking we couldn't have the table anymore and we had to leave.  the wine had already arrived and was opened, and our food order had gone to the kitchen but he told us he couldn't allow the food to come to our table.  'so we're in your restaurant and we've ordered food and wine and you took our order and the wine has already arrived and and you're now telling us to leave?' i asked. he concurred, although he did, i sense, realise what a total dick he was being and how he had handled the situation badly, and as a concession said we could take our wine and go and drink it in the back (where there were no seats or tables) but by this point we were out of there.  very poor momofuku ssam bar, very poor.

i get it.  i understand the point that some of us had sort of piggybacked a reservation, but really. there's a way to do things, like maybe telling us this before we ordered, or being lucid.

the only good thing to come out of it is that on our way to the mermaid inn (where we had a delicious dinner and our waitress was not only very cordial but also beautiful) i realised that in their rush to turf us out they hadn't given me the bill for my squid salad and glass of saki.  so ha, i say.

f you, momofuku.


allergies

Wednesday 13 May 09

 

I am full of allergies today.  I have tried my neti pot but finally have succumbed to a drug.

MY dog Honey is overweight.  She hurt her paw this weekend running around in the country, and when I took her to the vet for her rabies shot we realised she was 9lbs over her normal weight.  I had suspected so much last week when I was taking her to the groomers and there was a huge thunderstorm and she refused to walk any further and so I had to carry her whilst balancing an umbrella on my shoulder - the next day I had guns of steel, and thought perhaps I had found my fortune and invented a new form of exercise involving carrying round pets of various sizes.  Then when she came home from the groomer minus her winter fluffy coat I was rather bemused to see that it hadn't been a fluffy coat at all but in fact Honey is a bit of a porker.  So she is on a strict diet (treats=lettuce these days) and is pounding the pavements of Manhattan like nobody's business.  As I write this she is comatose at my feet, probably dreaming of pupperoni.

 

Tonight I am going to speak at a bar in midtown NYC called the Ritz, where there is to be a party for Mark Green who is running for Public Advocate. Mark is a great man and I am very happy to support his campaign

My friend Ned and I are making a little internet film about a new condom called Ecstacy.  The lovely Ricki Lake and I are going to be in a 50s musical style eulogy to this marvelous new edition to the Trojan condom range. Watch this space!

Here's a picture from the set of a movie I did in London called Boogie Woogie.  I just found out it is to have its world premiere at this year's Edinburgh Film Festival.  Hooray.  It's about the art world and I really like it even though I'm in it.


Into the night....

Sunday 3 May 09

I write this from a train! A moving train going from Edinburgh to London! Who'd have thunk?  And the internet service is free on this train! As it shoudl be!  I hate when you have to pay for internet in a place where you have already had to pay for coffee/food/flights and you know that the Starbucks/Cafe/airport lounge already has wifi and could let you have it were it no a greedy, uncaring capitalist pig farm.  Anway, bravo to National Express railways. Whatever happened to grumpy old British Rail and coffee that came by the slice?

Last night I wandered round Edinburgh with the lovely Scottish legend Ian Rankin, and a couple of film crews.  We were doing a thing called Into The Night which is a German/French TV show which puts two artists together and follows them as they wander round a city.  It's one of those shows where you have to ignore the cameras - not all that easy when you are in the Cafe Royal and everyone else in the bar is taking pictures of you, drawn by the lights and boom poles of said cameras.  But Ian and I are professionals and we soldiered on. It was actually quite a good exercise in stoicism.

What was quite sad I realised this morning is the fact that it took a German/French TV company (and cameras following me) to spur me to go to some places in Edinburgh that I had never been to before but always wanted to visit.  Like the Scottish parliament building, and Mary King's Close (where you walk underneath the Royal Mile into houses and tunnels that were abandoned after the Plague). I am reminded of the Genet play I did a few years ago, Elle, which discusses the existential conundrum of whether the Pope (who I played) actually exists if he is not being photographed.  So could I have visited those places without a film crew?  Or, worse, do they actually really exist without a film crew present? Do I?  I think I may have drunk too many cups of National Express railways tea.

I also got a chance to catch up with my old friend Howie from 21st century kilts,  as well as showing off my latest card trick to playwright Gregory Burke and the cast of his new play Hoors at the Traverse Theatre bar. So it was a fun night and best of all was getting to spend time with Ian, who is a really lovely man as well as a great writer.



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