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Night Peter O'Toole was so drunk he tried to pay for sex in a nunnery: The hell-raising star's womanising was as notorious as his boozing but a new biography reveals we didn't comprehend the half of it!

Troubled star: Peter O'Toole backstage in

Soon after they started seeing each other, Siân Phillips realised that her new boyfriend was the most unpredictable person she’d ever met. They were sitting in her digs when he suddenly announced: ‘You look as though you’re in mourning for your sex life.’

Castigating her for wearing too much black and purple, Peter O’Toole gathered up all her clothes and flung them out of the window — onto the wet cobblestones below.

‘What will I wear now?’ Siân couldn’t help wailing. It was , and she’d only just embarked on her career as an actress.

Simple, said O’Toole: she should wear his clothes. So she did — henceforth sharing his cotton trousers, lumberjack shirts and fisherman’s sweaters.

At the time they met, on tour in a lacklustre play, both had already been singled out as major talents. Siân, the year-old daughter of a Welsh policeman, had graduated from RADA the year before, having won the acting academy’s highest accolade — the Bancroft

Author(s): Darwin Porter

Gay Male & Bi Biography/Memoir

Born to a vagabond bookie working the U.K's racetracks, Peter O'Toole became "the most notorious sailor in Her Majesty's Royal Navy" and then worked as a street vendor, a paparazzo, a newsman, and a steeplejack before drifting into the London theatre. After his spectacular victory in David Lean's four-hour epic, Lawrence of Arabia, he announced, "I've arrived! Ignore me at your peril!" He then went on to be nominated for seven Oscars before emerging as the Crown Prince of the British Theatre. An orgiastic hellraiser, he starred in week-long binges and sex orgies of near Biblical proportions, bedding everyone from Elizabeth Taylor to Princess Margaret, who relentlessly pursued him. Mercurial acting talent on the screen was together with a lethal off-screen life that "would acquire landed most blokes in jail" (his words).

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Peter O'Toole, who died this weekend at 81, was great in great films and great fun in bad ones, and equally convincing as a scoundrel and a saint. The star of &#;Lawrence of Arabia,&#; &#;Becket,&#; &#;The Ruling Class,&#; &#;The Stunt Man,&#; &#;The Lion in Winter,&#; &#;My Favorite Year&#; and other classics  was part of an influential wave of young British actors who split the difference between intensely detailed naturalism and outsized movie star radiance. Neither biographers nor O&#;Toole himself were entirely sure where he was born—probably County Galway, Ireland, though it might have been Yorkshire, England—but he presented himself publicly as the consummate stereotypical Irishman, a hard-drinking storyteller, sentimental but tough. Like his generational contemporaries Michael Caine and Albert Finney, you could picture O&#;Toole, the son of a nurse and a metal plater/bookmaker, hanging the same movie posters that showcased his handsome face. &#;I&#;m a functional stiff, baby, just enjoy everybody else,&#; he once said. 

From the seventies onward, O&#;Toole was so closely identified with his self-created charming reprobate image—like an English rockstar,

PETER O&#;TOOLE ON THE OULD SOD
from the novel FAME AND OBSCURITY by Gay Talese.

All the children had their pencils out and were drawing horses, as the nun had instructed--all, that is, except one little male child who, having finished, was sitting idly behind his desk. "Well," the nun said, looking down at his horse, "why not draw something else--a saddle, or something?" A scant minutes later she returned to see what he had drawn. Suddenly her face was scarlet. The horse now had a penis and was urinating in the pasture. Wildly, with both hands, the nun began to flail the boy. Then other nuns rushed in and they, too, flailed him, knocking him to the floor, and not listening as he sobbed, bewilderedly, "But, butI was only drawing what I sawonly drawing what I saw!"

"Oh, those bitches!" said Peter O'Toole, now thirty-one, still feeling the sting after all these years. "Those destitute, old unmarried birds with those withered, sexless hands! God, how I hated those nuns!"

He threw his top back, finished his Scotch, then asked the stewardess for another. Peter O'Toole was sitting in an airplane that one hour before had left Lon

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is peter o toole gay