Hugh Grant will punch you

Hugh Grant at the 2010 Laureus World Sports Awards at the Palace Hotel in Abu Dhabi (3/10)

Millionaire old white guy fight! From the Daily Mail:

...The extraordinary spat happened at socialite Heather Kerzner's 41st birthday party at Annabel's nightclub in London on Wednesday night. According to a fellow guest, the flareup took place after a female guest asked [Hugh] Grant if he would like to meet [PR guru Matthew] Freud. Grant apparently replied that he had no desire to speak to Freud and allegedly used an expletive to describe him. Freud, who was standing nearby and heard the alleged insult, then smeared chocolate cake down Grant's shirt.

"I saw a lot of white shirt and before I could stop myself it was all brown," he told friends afterwards.

There was a brief lull before Grant allegedly threw a punch. In the subsequent melee, a glass of wine was also thrown - which ended up over London nightclub owner Johnny Gold.

It really is adorable how the wealthy resolve their disputes. Rather than both of them stepping outside to settle their differences like men, this Freud guy thought the most macho thing he could do was smear chocolate all over Hugh's clothing. Using that sort of tactic isn't the kind of behavior you'd expect to see at a fancy cocktail party -- it's the kind you'd see on D Block at San Quentin . . . yes that was an anal rape joke.

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Anu

Come here Hugh - let's get married.

tch

I believe Hugh was heard to say "Jolly good" to the above remarks. Hugh and Mathew ended the night taking turns with Devine Brown in the back seat of a cab.

ElizabethM

Someday when Jerry Springer does a very special episode, "Putting the Ass Back in High Class", this scene will be reenacted and the audience full of spoiled, rich babies will break down in horror of the violence that threatens them everyday.

And I will finally watch Jerry's show. While eating chocolate cake.

Adam Lambert

I believe that in the UK, they would call Hugh a ponce for this behavior. In the states, we'd just call him a fag.

Paul

This level of violence is really scary. Smeared cake, thrown wine. What next, flung pies at five paces? Whatever happened to either swords or pistols at dawn?