Rupert’s Wilde life: Matthew Sturgis reviews the third instalment of Rupert Everett's memoirs
‘Like a shark, I am at my best on the move,’ Rupert Everett declares. ‘Arriving doesn’t suit me. I hate leaving – and staying in the same place feels like drowning. But once I am on the tracks and the past falls behind, I experience a kind of weightless ecstasy, a sloshed affection for the world, which looks its best after all from a passing train.’...
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