Jonathan Rhys Meyers Feeds His Fist To A French Waiter When Jonathan Rhys Meyers isn't running around New York unknowingly looking for his stupid musical prodigy son, he's punching Frenchies in the face. It's his passion, don't you know.

Chances are you read that opening sentence and thought to yourself - "Yet another thing I have in common with that weird-eyed actor." Well who doesn't share that lust? Right? We absolutely love punching things that are French - be they sliced potatoes or Sarkozy ex-wives - we just want to give 'em the ol' salty knuckle. Of course - we'd never do it publicly. That's where Meyers loses us.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers Gets Pissed-Up At Airport, Arrested

Jonathan Rhys Meyers, the actor that everyone knows as 'him out of Mission: Impossible III; not that one, or that one, or that one, or that one - the other one', is one drunk bastard.

So drunk is Jonathan Rhys Meyers, in fact, that he's got arrested for it after staff at Dublin airport told him that he was too drunk to fly on Sunday and he kicked up a giant drunken stink about it. What's even more embarrassing is that Jonathan Rhys Meyers had previously claimed that he'd given up drinking long ago, although scientists are now claiming that Jonathan Rhys Meyers may have been working off the Irish teetotal model, which still allows you to get shitfaced on booze for up to four days a week.

That last wisecrack was brought to you in association with the Society For Painfully Outmoded National Stereotypes, by the way.