Russell Tovey had a bit of an unusual weekend. It all started off as normal – a leisurely Friday night trip to the theatre (to see Imelda Staunton in Gypsy). But things took a turn for the bizarre when he awoke in the early hours of Saturday morning to find the number of occupants under his roof had risen by one.
Woken up to a random female stranger asleep on my sofa. Snoring. I don't know what to do. I just went to the theatre last night x