Kiefer Sutherland drunk. Again.
Kiefer Sutherland was flat on his back on the floor of a hotel lobby after a marathon drinking session with pals. He and his band ordered in tray after tray of whisky, beer, gin and wine at London’s trendy Borderline club and ended up at Strand Palace Hotel in the West End.
At 2am bar staff refused to serve any more alcohol. Undaunted, Kiefer persuaded management to let them loose in the lobby. He ordered yet more booze on room service, then staggered around the entrance hall, entertaining pals with a bizarre, flailing breakdancing routine. He then charged into a 12ft Christmas tree, sending it crashing to the floor. “I hate that f***ing Christmas tree,” he declared. “The tree HAS to come down.” The party was finally called off at 5.30am by hotel security – when guests starting arriving for breakfast.
Ah, nothing says Christmas quite like talking shit to the Christmas tree. And then attacking it. I’d say this was an aberration for Kiefer, but it’s not. If booze was hair, he’d be the sasquatch.
Thanks to Katrina for the tip.