Mr and Mr Fry’s £1.8m Hollywood love nest
LOVEBIRDS Stephen Fry and new husband Elliott Spencer have finally settled on a swanky nest Stateside.
I can reveal that the pair’s new home in the U.S., where they have been house-hunting in recent months, is a £1.8 million pad (pictured above) high in the exclusive Hollywood Hills.
The couple’s three-bedroom, three-bathroom house is so showbiz it’s even got views of the iconic Hollywood sign. The 3,800 sq ft property also comes with a hot tub and spa, a swimming pool and nearly half an acre of land.
Fry, 58, and Spencer, 28 (pictured below) bought the Twenties Spanish-style home in their joint names in November last year. It was previously owned by an oil tycoon. Fry once said: ‘A cut- glass English accent can fool unsuspecting Americans into detecting a brilliance that isn’t there.’ Did he use it in price negotiations with the vendor, I wonder?
Spencer confirmed this week the couple were moving to LA, reportedly saying that he and Fry, who also have homes in London and Norfolk, are ‘excited about having a new base’.
Spencer, a comedian, is applying for a green card so he can work in America, while Fry plans to spend the spring months in L.A. working on a writing project.
But Fry has been quick to quash reports that he is planning to quit the UK for good, after his close friend actress Emma Thompson called Britain a ‘ cake-filled, misery-laden, grey old island’.
In a blog post this week, Fry said: ‘I have been bombarded by texts and emails asking me why I am leaving Britain to go and live in America.
‘ This caught me not a little by surprise, since I have no plans at all to swap the UK for the U.S.’
Fry flounced off Twitter on Monday after an ill-judged remark at the Baftas, in which he called his friend Jenny Beavan a ‘bag lady’, but his husband is still active on the site. Spencer wrote: ‘For the record: we have bought a house in L.A. but we aren’t planning on being their [sic] permanently.
‘We’re both proud to be British and love it here. It’ll just be exciting to spend some time there too.’ Tal k about having your misery-laden cake and eating it . . .