A blast and some beetroot at Gerard Butler’s birthday bash
By Ross King, 23 November 2014 12.17pm.
The big night out this week was Gerard Butler’s birthday party.
Gerry was 21 (again) and he invited a few of his close pals to a restaurant for a quiet dinner. I was honoured to be asked. This wasn’t a glitzy Hollywood bash, it was just a few close pals enjoying a quiet night out together, in the back room of a restaurant in LA.
I was sitting next to Scots actor Tony Curran. Big mistake Gerry, putting two Scots next to each other. Turns out it wasn’t so quiet after all.
I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you what happened. It was japes and jokes all night. Tony has known Gerry since he was 15 and they were at the Scottish Youth Theatre. We shared a good few stories!
Then Gerry got up to make a speech. It was quite heartfelt, he wanted to thank people who meant a lot to him. And so naturally, when he spoke, we heckled.
Come on – two Scots together and their mate gets up to speak? It was always going to happen.
Anyway, Gerry ploughed on and, as he continued to thank people, he said this is beginning to sound like an Oscar speech. Of course I shouted he should get it out of his system because there was no chance of winning the real thing come next March!
It was a great night. It was so nice to see Gerry amongst his pals, relaxing and having a great time.
The food was pretty amazing, too. I had the most beautiful fish and beet salad. Nice healthy Los Angeles fare. And then for dessert I had sticky toffee pudding. Well, you can take the boy out of Scotland, but you can’t take Scotland out of the boy.
By the time my fiancee Brianna and I were leaving it was really late. Somehow word had got round and there was a whole host of paparrazzi there, a sea of photographers. I shouted to them how did you know I was here?
It was a total tumbleweed moment. And not a single snapper took a photo, not one flashbulb went off! Me and Brianna couldn’t stop laughing about that one. They all just stared at me blankly. And it proved my saying once again – British humour, American silence!
Of course, there’s always a lot of speculation in the Press about Gerry’s love life. It’s just the way it is when you’re Hollywood star. Pass a woman in the street and you’re dating.
Make a bit of eye contact with her and it’s serious.
Smile at her and you’re getting married.
So, did Gerry have a date with him on his birthday night? My dear, I couldn’t possibly comment.
Until next week, chums!