He llegit un dels diversos llibres de memòries que ha escrit l’Stephen Fry, The Fry Chronicles, què per cert, m’ha agradat molt més del que m’esperava.

El cas és que, gairebé al final del llibre, a les pàgines 413-414, l’Stephen ens explica una anècdota que li va passar a un restaurant de New York quan va anar a dinar amb gent de teatre, amb la que estava relacionat. Agarreu-vos.

Le charriot à pâtisseries was duly wheeled before us loaded with exquisite délices. Terry Allen Kramer pointed at one more than ordinarily luxurius tower of cream, glazed pastry and crystallized fruits. ‘What’s that?’ she barked.

André [el cambrer] went into his spiel. ‘Madame, it is a mosseline of almandine and nougatine whipped into a sabayon of praline and souffline …’ and so forth. Cutting him short, Terry positioned her hand over the pristine surface of this gorgeous creation and with one long pull dug up a great scoop of it, sucked it from her fingers with a loud smack, cocked her head to one side, thought for a moment and then said, turning her head from the waiter as she did so, ‘Take it away, it’s shit’.

Robert and I stared with open mouths. Mike later suggested that she did this to impress us with her ruthlessness, to make us aware that we were expendable and that she took no prisoners. I simply thought it was the single most ghastly thing I had ever seen a human do, and I had once seen a man take out his cock and piss all over the desk of a four-star hotel lobby, splashing a receptionist and two bystanders.

Gent curiosa, la del teatre.