I once slpped into an engagment party (I knew the venue owner) in Sydney-for Nicole Kidman's sister. I spent an hour there and had 3 games of pool with Tom Cruise (letting him win each time-I'm rather good) and I had a good chat to him-before it finally dawned on someone that I wasn't a guest and was a member of the media and was escorted off the premises.
An extremely friendly and personable bloke..easy to talk to about virtually anything.
But then I also knew some of the crew on the film he was making there..
Mission Impossible. They said on set he was a nightmare. The rules were extraordinary. No-one was allowed to approach him directly..they had to go through an assistant..no-one was allowed to stare into his face. Most odd.
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Years ago I was at a party in London hosted by the wonderful Lady Edith Foxwell of Embassy Club fame. She introduced me to a fat, odd loking character whose name I didn't catch but who looked familiar. In small talk I asked him where he lived..he had an American accent.."
on the Thames" he replied. That was weird.
Just before I left it suddenly dawned on me that he was L.Ron Hubbard. I'd just read in
Time magazine that the FBI wanted to question him and he had disappeared on the old cargo tanker on which he lived.
Edith said a few weeks later.."
known him for years..lovely old con-man. Always brings crates of champagne to the party"