Vanity Fair readers will be aware of the name Graydon Carter. Carter is the editor (since 1992) of the greatest magazine in the world and apart from guiding the tremendous success of the magazine for a decade and a half, he is known for his stunning intros to every issue. He moaned in dramatic style about Bush in every issue for about a year leading up to Obama’s inauguration.

Graydon Carter
Editor of Vanity Fair

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As a contributing editor to Vanity Fair, English actor Rupert Everett obviously spends a lot of time with and around Graydon Carter. He (Roops) was recently interviewed by The Daily Beast for his Broadway role in the hit Noel Coward revival Blithe Spirit – and he couldn’t help having a hilarious stab at Graydon.

Rupert Everett

The whole interview (here) is utterly brilliant and I urge you to read the rest of it. But, for now, I just want to give you this.

Rupert Everett on Graydon Carter :

You’re even on the masthead of Vanity Fair as a contributing editor.

I know. Who does one have to fuck to get OFF that masthead? He’s such a weird character, that [Vanity Fair Editor in Chief] Graydon [Carter]. He’s certainly not the buffoon he looks like. This is the most amazing thing I found out about him. I was once staying at a hotel and I was in the room directly under his. He is an amazing fuck. And you can quote me on this. The screams coming from the woman were some of the purest sounds of pleasure I’d ever heard. And there I was sitting alone in my room unfucked. Suddenly it all made sense. That messy hair of his that I always thought was buffoon hair was buffoon hair hiding a monster cock. The next day I went down to breakfast and Graydon came in and I thought to myself, well, now I understand why you are always acting so entitled and walking on air even though you’re rather fat. It’s because grazing the grass between your legs is this appendage of yours. I did rather politely tell him that morning that I thought he was a very good fuck.

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What a beaut! Did you enjoy “And there I was sitting alone in my room unfucked?” It’s too funny! and the end, letting him know that he “thought he was a very good fuck!”

Aah [wipes eyes], it’s just too beautiful.

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