Drove my Chevy to the Levy

In a recent interview with Hollywood Gold's Gym stalker, Rupert Everette, he comments on his new book, his life, and how much more successful he would have been if he'd stayed in the closet.

"Everything Hugh Grant does, I could be in. I am not saying I am better than Hugh Grant or Colin Firth but I am the same."

It may be Everett's flamboyance, his recklessness, that frightens producers. His hilariously honest autobiography, Red Carpets And Other Banana Skins is a kind of rake's progress.

The earlier scenes in the book, from childhood to unruly adolescence, to drama school are shocking and hilarious. His (triumphant) sexual pursuit of Ian McKellen is theatrical folklore.

While Rupert's early sexual adventures become ever wilder, his poor mother, to whom he is close, is constantly trying to keep him on the straight and narrow. At one point, this conventional upper middle-class woman thought she had found her son a lodging in Chelsea while he was actually plying his trade as a rent boy in Earl's Court.

Later he moved to Paris and into a world of nightclubs and transvestites.

And while the convention for film actors is to be ostentatiously keen on women while hiding gay relationships, Everett does the reverse. He talks elaborately about his boyfriends and then discreetly mentions the fact that he has had affairs with a series of high-profile women, including the actresses Beatrice Dalle — who he briefly thought was pregnant with his child — Susan Sarandon and the late Paula Yates.

—Article stolen and re-editied from U.K.'s Daily Mail