By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com
Sienna Miller: At least we got a fuckin' bunny out of it
Sienna Miller again proves herself a worthy throwback to the era of the say-anything actor or actress who always speaks their racing mind to Simon Hattenstone in the Guardian. “Mating with your rabbit!” I shout. “No! My rabbit with another rabbit. I had this gorgeous rabbit called Daisy and I picked out the one I wanted, got them out of their hutches—it was obviously very illegal to put them together—got them in a travel basket, ran behind the shed, let them do it, got caught… But it was this school in the country, and we had all been packed off at eight years old. At least we got a fuckin’ bunny out of it.” She though math was pointless. “I’d say, ‘When would I use long division?’ and the teacher would say, ‘When you’re in a supermarket and you want to calculate the price of your food before you get to the till,’ and I’d think, ‘Well, I’d take a fucking calculator, you nob.'” She is surprisingly laddish, with a wonderful knack of putting her foot in it. Take Pittsburgh. When she returned to the city where she had researched Factory Girl, she told Rolling Stone [that] she’d renamed it Shitsburgh. It just slipped out… “Having met me, you’ll realise these things just come out. I think it might be mild Tourette’s, not to insult people who have proper Tourette’s, but I will say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate time to the most inappropriate person. Always. Guaranteed.” Even now, mid-apology, she can’t help digging herself in deeper. She tells me how she and her friends then spent ages renaming other American places. “Massivetwoshits is Massachusetts. Connecticunt, or Connectibutt. We came up with loads…” Of the yellow press favoring her slips and alleging her affairs, she tells Hattenstone, “Yeah! Year of the Slut! Spread ’em! That’s my motto for 2007.” She stops again, stresses she’s joking. “Oh, please don’t write that.”