Containing Multitudes Since 2004
There has never been an actor that EVER upstaged this man. The greatest drunk, the ripest ham, the most engaging personality that ever trod the boards.
It's nice he made these arrangements in his prime when he still had a shot of paying his creditors back.
My late father was sitting, up at Errol Flynn's house, the story goes, one late afternoon. Dad and Uncle Errol (who was known to have a nip now and again for medicinal purposes), were sharing a convivial glass. It was late afternoon, and the setting-sun was casting a bright orange glow in the living room. My father suddenly becomes aware of a large, heavily yellowed stain next to him on the sofa. "Errol, what is that?", Dad asks.Smiling that mischievous-grin of his, Errol says, "Oh, sport, I'll never have that cleaned. John Barrymore peed there."
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