has long been a martyr to his passions, but lately he's had something else on his mind. Victoria Coren
, a lifelong fan, joins him for dinner to talk about his excoriating memoirs, his portrayal of Oscar Wilde
and his urge to be a serious man
When Rupert Everett
dies, he won't have a funeral. He has given this serious thought.
"I'll go on the bonfire," he says. "That's what I'd like."
At the risk of spoiling his cheerful plan, I feel obliged to point out that it's against the law to put corpses on bonfires.
"Yes, but it shouldn't be," says the actor, irritably squeezing lemon into his tea. "I'm sure someone can put me on there, if I've just died normally. I wanted to put my dad on the bonfire. But nobody else wanted to, so we didn't."
It feels awfully strange to be sitting in a restaurant with Rupert Everett