Peter O’Toole, sloshed out of his gourd after receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award, propped up by Roger Ebert and (even better) that thespic Z-list lackey Jason Patric. Certainly apropos of National Drunken Writing Night.
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I hate to admit it, but my first reaction to that photo was, “What’s that guy doing still alive?”
Peter O’Toole was asked by Rosie fucking O’Donnell once if he exercised. His reply?
“The only exercise I take is walking behind the coffins of my friends who took exercise.”
This exchange took place at 10 a.m., if I recall.
That photo is hilarious. The article was pretty interesting, though!