Post by efod2006 on Feb 5, 2008 11:10:05 GMT -5
Hello chaps,
there is an article wich I've stolen .
Enjoy it!
Two's company
Sunday June 24, 2007
The Observer
Downing tools and going off for a working lunch is still the time-honoured way for writing and showbiz partners to chew over work - or, of course, to avoid it.
Actors Tom Hollander, 40, and Hugh Bonneville, 44, at Loch Fyne
Hugh: Tom and I have known each other since 1985. His then girlfriend was an acquaintance of mine, and I thought he was extremely irritating, reminiscent of a yappy fox terrier. It wasn't until we were working together at the National Theatre that I learnt to tolerate him. By the summer of 1989, we were proper chums and spent many glorious summer days barbecuing in my parents' house in Sussex - the amusingly named 'Titty Hill'. Usually Tom's contribution was to bring luridly coloured meat from the supermarket. Sam Mendes was a frequent attendee, and once didn't bring anything to cook - it may very well be the sole time in his life when anyone has told him his behaviour was unacceptable.
Memorably, I once barbecued too close to the back door, and due to over-enthusiastic use of petrol to get everything going I set fire to the oil-fired boiler just inside. My parents were away so I tried to encourage the fire-brigade not to come, but they came nee-nawing up the lane anyway. I thought I'd got away with it by painting the boiler. But when they got back it was in the Midhurst Observer, a cutting of which someone kindly dropped through the letterbox.
Our friendship is sustained by oysters, which is why we are here eating oysters and drinking Black Velvets (which are champagne mixed with Guinness) today. I love oysters and all the rituals surrounding them. We talk work when we meet for oysters - we are good at calming the other one down. I have somehow been given the role of oyster-bringer for my family at Christmas, and I always order them from Loch Fyne - I once thought they had failed to deliver them, collected some from the nearest branch and got home to find the delivery on my doorstep, so we ended up with four dozen.
On my birthday in 1990 Tom arranged for Richard Eyre to present me with some oysters onstage between shows, which was very touching. We also went on an ill-fated holiday about five years later to Normandy where there are big oyster beds. The girl I was with wasn't a girlfriend as I was newly single and made me sleep with a bolster between us, and we all fought. The oysters were the only thing that kept us going.
I like food but I'm not a fan of what you might call foodies - certainly not of food critics. However Tom disagrees: he says that people who like food are the most attractive because they generally can't control any of their other appetites.
So if death is not an option, would it be Hugh or Tom?
there is an article wich I've stolen .
Enjoy it!
Two's company
Sunday June 24, 2007
The Observer
Downing tools and going off for a working lunch is still the time-honoured way for writing and showbiz partners to chew over work - or, of course, to avoid it.
Actors Tom Hollander, 40, and Hugh Bonneville, 44, at Loch Fyne
Hugh: Tom and I have known each other since 1985. His then girlfriend was an acquaintance of mine, and I thought he was extremely irritating, reminiscent of a yappy fox terrier. It wasn't until we were working together at the National Theatre that I learnt to tolerate him. By the summer of 1989, we were proper chums and spent many glorious summer days barbecuing in my parents' house in Sussex - the amusingly named 'Titty Hill'. Usually Tom's contribution was to bring luridly coloured meat from the supermarket. Sam Mendes was a frequent attendee, and once didn't bring anything to cook - it may very well be the sole time in his life when anyone has told him his behaviour was unacceptable.
Memorably, I once barbecued too close to the back door, and due to over-enthusiastic use of petrol to get everything going I set fire to the oil-fired boiler just inside. My parents were away so I tried to encourage the fire-brigade not to come, but they came nee-nawing up the lane anyway. I thought I'd got away with it by painting the boiler. But when they got back it was in the Midhurst Observer, a cutting of which someone kindly dropped through the letterbox.
Our friendship is sustained by oysters, which is why we are here eating oysters and drinking Black Velvets (which are champagne mixed with Guinness) today. I love oysters and all the rituals surrounding them. We talk work when we meet for oysters - we are good at calming the other one down. I have somehow been given the role of oyster-bringer for my family at Christmas, and I always order them from Loch Fyne - I once thought they had failed to deliver them, collected some from the nearest branch and got home to find the delivery on my doorstep, so we ended up with four dozen.
On my birthday in 1990 Tom arranged for Richard Eyre to present me with some oysters onstage between shows, which was very touching. We also went on an ill-fated holiday about five years later to Normandy where there are big oyster beds. The girl I was with wasn't a girlfriend as I was newly single and made me sleep with a bolster between us, and we all fought. The oysters were the only thing that kept us going.
I like food but I'm not a fan of what you might call foodies - certainly not of food critics. However Tom disagrees: he says that people who like food are the most attractive because they generally can't control any of their other appetites.
So if death is not an option, would it be Hugh or Tom?