Poor Pete will need a lie-down after this.
“F*** ’em!” Paul Henry said, having just walked in on a conversation about organisations that want him to attend their evening events.
“What are they morons, these people?”
His publicist said: “They’re like, ‘he can just have a drink and mingle’.”
“Yeah, because that’s what I really want to do,” Henry said. “I’m hanging out to have drinks and mingle.”
He doesn’t like doing interviews, didn’t want to do this interview, and particularly didn’t want to do this interview in a place where there might be other people. He was hungry and I had offered him the opportunity to talk somewhere he could also get food, but he instead chose to stay in the photo studio, where we had just finished the photoshoot he hadn’t wanted to do.
Over the several hours we spent together, the theme of his not particularly liking people came up more than once, in sometimes-astonishing verbal onslaughts, such as the following:
“I don’t like airports,” he said, “I don’t like them at all. I don’t like people and I particularly don’t like people at airports.”
“Do you really not like people?” I asked him.
“No, not really,” he said.
“They are a huge disappointment.”
I asked if he was being a bit disingenuous.
“No, I’m not,” he said.
The publicist said, “He is not.”
People are. In general. A fucking waste of oxygen. Read more »