Stephen Fry: Still Hated By The Daily Mail

At least Keith Richards never pretended to be a role model. The truly nauseating thing about Fry’s druggie posturing is that, in the very same book, he sets himself up as a moralist.

An ardent atheist, he rails against ‘cheating, thieving, adulterous and hypocritical clerics’, before seizing the moral high ground on questions ranging from political correctness to Israeli politics.

For my money he can’t have it both ways — noble philosopher and Leftie at the same time as he is writing about his ‘wicked, wicked ways’. But then doubtless Fry sees himself as a modern-day Lord Byron . . . poet, sensualist and debauchee...

He comes across as immensely pleased with himself. He can’t help boasting on every page about his famous chums (house-sitting for Douglas Adams, the Hitchhiker’s Guide author), his glamorous partying (stepping in to prevent argie-bargie between rock stars Liam Gallagher of Oasis and Blur’s Alex James), his superstar encounters (Al Pacino was mistaken for a tramp at the Groucho Club in Soho) and his luxury lifestyle (‘motoring down to Cliveden’ in his Aston Martin).

But the truth is, when he’s bunging powder up his nose or leaning out of a window, as he does one night at his club, to vomit on the pavement below, Fry is no different from the druggies and binge-drinkers piling out of the pubs any Friday night across Britain.

At moments like that, Stephen Fry — a man of enviable talent and accomplishments — is just a common lout.

The Daily Mail puts the boot in (again).

This has been going on for donkey's, of course.

Poor little Daily Mail scribblers, must be agony trying to figure out how to deal with a 'national treasure' who represents so much that their readers love, yet also so much they loath.