Plum’s Brother Escapes Bungalow 8
Curses gouty gene pool for drunkenness.
Tom Sykes, the Post’s nightlife reporter, blames his family for his being an “incomprehensible” British drunk. He’s not talking about his ubiquitously glamorous twin sisters, Plum and Lucy. No, it goes back much, much further than that. “I’ve found all these documents from, like, 350 years ago, from my great-great-great-great-grandfather, you know, on his deathbed with agonizing gout, still asking for more high-quality port.” Afraid of that happening to him, he’s sobered up and, of course, written about it—for a Men’s Health story, to be followed by a memoir. “I don’t miss waking up with loads of receipts stuffed in my wallet from Bungalow 8 and only one dollar,” he says. “I don’t miss having to call people and go, ‘What the fuck did I do last night? Were you even with me? Oh, sorry, have to call someone else . . . ’ ” So now the 30-year-old is on the wagon and hoping people care about his book even half as much as they did Plum’s Bergdorf Blondes. “Believe me, getting sober—well, it doesn’t make great copy.”
—Emma Rosenblum