David will be appearing on stage in Celebrity Autobiography at the Leicester Square Theatre again tonight.
You could not make it up. David Tennant, the nation’s favourite ex-Dr Who, appeared onstage last night talking about having reluctant sex with a co-star.
He was the surprise guest in New York transfer Celebrity Autobiography, in which actors and comedians read absurd, pretentious paragraphs from other people’s books.
The Scottish star was being heart-throb David Cassidy spilling the lurid beans on his acting career. Tennant, appearing tonight too, got more wolf-whistles than the rest of the cast combined as he sauntered on, unshaven and sporting a tight jacket, vintage T-shirt and knowing smirk.
After his aforementioned Cassidy monologue he returned with ‘N Sync’s paper-thin opus and joined the team for a mass read-in of Britney Spear’s meisterwork, Crossroads Diary, revelling in the painful banality of the prose: “I ate tuna salad for lunch, then napped.”
The rest of the cast was wickedly good too. Doon Mac-Kichan delivered Mr T’s dumbest lines with a wink. Sally Phillips deadpanned from one of Katie Price’s torrid works which contrasted neatly with James Lance’s account of Peter Andre’s penchant for Trivial Pursuit. Michael Urie, Ugly Betty’s camp PA, unpicked erotic advice from Tommy Lee and Tiger Woods’ pre-scandal tips on ball technique took on whole new meanings.
For the finale the ensemble combined chapters from books by Elizabeth Taylor and assorted spouses. Tennant was a terrifically libidinous Richard Burton, oozing Welsh testosterone as he grasped the phallic microphone. An irreverent, ego-debunking hit, but maybe after this star cameo ends the others should unearth his last Dr Who annual.
He was the surprise guest in New York transfer Celebrity Autobiography, in which actors and comedians read absurd, pretentious paragraphs from other people’s books.
The Scottish star was being heart-throb David Cassidy spilling the lurid beans on his acting career. Tennant, appearing tonight too, got more wolf-whistles than the rest of the cast combined as he sauntered on, unshaven and sporting a tight jacket, vintage T-shirt and knowing smirk.
After his aforementioned Cassidy monologue he returned with ‘N Sync’s paper-thin opus and joined the team for a mass read-in of Britney Spear’s meisterwork, Crossroads Diary, revelling in the painful banality of the prose: “I ate tuna salad for lunch, then napped.”
The rest of the cast was wickedly good too. Doon Mac-Kichan delivered Mr T’s dumbest lines with a wink. Sally Phillips deadpanned from one of Katie Price’s torrid works which contrasted neatly with James Lance’s account of Peter Andre’s penchant for Trivial Pursuit. Michael Urie, Ugly Betty’s camp PA, unpicked erotic advice from Tommy Lee and Tiger Woods’ pre-scandal tips on ball technique took on whole new meanings.
For the finale the ensemble combined chapters from books by Elizabeth Taylor and assorted spouses. Tennant was a terrifically libidinous Richard Burton, oozing Welsh testosterone as he grasped the phallic microphone. An irreverent, ego-debunking hit, but maybe after this star cameo ends the others should unearth his last Dr Who annual.
Photos with thanks to @domjoly