The Notting Hill star was on a seaside stroll with pals in Cornwall, south west England when they decided to scramble up the steep slope for fun.
But their laughter turned to fear when Grant got stuck halfway up the cliff as a rainstorm set in - and he was relieved when a passing rambler saved him.
Grant tells Britain's OK! magazine, "Well, I nearly died on a cliff in Cornwall. I was a bit drunk with two friends walking along the beach and we thought we'd climb the cliff, just for a laugh. I got halfway up and realised I couldn't go any further, but I couldn't go back down either.
"It was raining and the middle of winter. Eventually an old man came along. He leaned over with his stick and dragged me off. But it was very frightening and I wrote a poem about it. The only poem I've ever written!"
The Notting Hill star was invited to his alma mater for a formal dinner but he later let loose by venturing over to the college bar, where undergraduates were celebrating after finishing their exams.
Grant, who attended Oxford in the 1970s, handed his credit card to bar staff to buy drinks for the crowd - only to be informed they only accepted cash.
The actor instead purchased a stack of tickets to a nearby nightclub and gave them out to revellers. He was later spotted showing off his billiard skills on the pool table.
A student tells the university's Cherwell newspaper, "After dinner, he headed off with staff for a private drink but he got bored and left. That's when he came down to the bar. He was loving it."
The Notting Hill star is said to have become involved in a food fight with his former representative, PR guru Matthew Freud, during a glitzy bash in London earlier this month (Mar10).
Freud allegedly overheard the actor make a disparaging comment about him and was said to have thrown chocolate cake at the star.
But Hurley, who dated Grant in the 1990s, claims the two men are still pals - and reveals they're planning to meet again for a meal in the near future.
She tells Britain's Daily Telegraph, "Hugh and I have known Matthew for years and we're all friends. We're having dinner together soon."
Some comedies fail because of poor execution their humor somehow lost in the transition from script to screen. Others like the Jennifer Aniston/Gerard Butler rom-com The Bounty Hunter are doomed from the outset lacking even the potential to be funny even in the best of circumstances. If you substituted Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn in the lead roles and screened the film in a theater pumped full of nitrous oxide you would still hear nary a laugh emitted from the audience.
Continuing his tragic post-300 freefall Butler plays Milo a scruffy irascible cop-turned-bounty hunter with a pile of debt and a mounting drinking problem. The source of his troubles we learn is his pugnacious ex-wife Nicole (Aniston) a hot-shot investigative journalist who walked out on him a little less than a year ago. On the trail of a potentially explosive news story career-obsessed Nicole unwisely opts to skip a bail hearing relating to her accidental injuring of a police horse some months prior. When the fed-up judge declares her a fugitive a still-resentful Milo is only too happy to bring her to justice. Nicole unsurprisingly refuses to go quietly.
Aniston and Butler are both charismatic enough to form a decent screwball rapport (though Butler increasingly speaks as if his mouth is stuffed with peanut butter) but neither possesses the comic chops necessary to extract lemonade from the rancid lemons of The Bounty Hunter’s lifeless script which might as well have been sketched on a bar napkin the night before the shoot for all its imagination. Not helping matters is veteran rom-com director Andy Tennant (Fool’s Gold Hitch) whose most significant contribution is a handful of wacky chase sequences borrowed straight from Benny Hill (They leave one side of the screen then return on the other! Whoa!) set to the nu-metal equivalent of Yakety Sax.
This appallingly unfunny rom-com is a crime against comedy. Lock it up and throw away the key.
The Notting Hill star admits he has long planned to put pen to paper to fulfil his literary dreams, but he's been holding off until he's more financially stable.
He tells German newspaper Bild am Sonntag, "I have always promised myself: 'When you have made some nice films and earned some money, you are going to finally write your novel.'"
Grant admits he started writing his first book several years ago, but he's not found the time to complete the story because he's always tempted away from his computer by new movie projects.
He adds, "I don't know if it is laziness or some kind of fear of failure. (I think) shouldn’t I rather make a film, earn money and work with beautiful women?"
The Notting Hill star reveals he was around six or seven years old when his granddad first handed him a gun and taught him how to fire the weapon.
But Grant and his siblings wouldn't just shoot at tin cans - his grandfather would create life-sized human cutouts for the kids to aim at, complete with fake blood.
He says, "My grandfather was a military man and he thought it was important to teach kids how to kill.
"He would spend all summer making cardboard cutouts of human beings that he would put up around the farm and he'd put us in kilts, because we had to dress like him and he always wore a kilt. He'd then take us into the farm and shoot these 'people'.
"He also made fake blood and put it in pill canisters and stuck it to their faces so if you hit them right in the middle of the face, blood exploded. Maybe that's not the classic way people bring up children now, but it's useful! I loved it!"
The Notting Hill star decided to pay an impromptu visit to see his brother in New York on a Concorde flight with his father after a boozy meal.
The trip resulted in Grant buying the Warhol piece for $3.2 million (£2 million) - which he sold for $20.8 million (£13 million) at an auction in 2007.
He says, "I'd been having a drunken dinner with my father the night before and I said, 'We ought to go see my brother Jamie. You know, the Concorde's amazing.'
"We had lunch, drank a lot of beer. And I was thinking about some stuff in the Sotheby's auction and I saw the Liz Taylor."
The actor has been candid about his chronic anxiety, which began when he made 1999's Notting Hill with Julia Roberts and became most severe while he was shooting the 2007 romantic comedy with Drew Barrymore.
Grant admits he was terrified of the disorder, and turned to powerful anti-anxiety medication lorazepam to get through the project.
He says, "I did the whole film full of lorazepam... It was scary.
"They've (the panic attacks) been growing over the years. There would always be two or three during a film and on Music and Lyrics I had a lot. I don't really know why. They would come and go during the easiest scenes. I'll go in there, rehearse, think it's going to be good and then suddenly they turn the camera round for a close-up and I freeze like a rabbit. It's humiliating and it's so bad I can barely speak so they have to throw the scene away."
Grant then clung to one piece of advice from a therapist to help him survive filming on upcoming comedy Did You Hear About The Morgans? with Sarah Jessica Parker.
He explains, "The one thing that did me some good was a bloke who said that when you have a panic attack, it's your natural adrenalin which you need to do the scene, but just a fraction too much.
"So if you just breathe and take it down a little you can do it. Just knowing that helped, so I got through this movie just about all right. Just."
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen a decent ninja flick. When the Golden Age of Ninja Cinema (also known as the Dudikoff Era) ebbed at the close of the ‘80s the black-clad martial artists retreated to the shadows. This week director James McTeigue (V for Vendetta) aims to resurrect them with Ninja Assassin a hyperkinetic gorefest starring Korean pop star Rain.
But these ain’t your daddy’s ninjas. Though they boast the familiar wardrobe (black on black) and weapons (swords throwing stars etc.) the ninjas in this flick are thoroughly nasty buggers. Members of a super-secret international syndicate of assassins-for-hire they can dodge bullets turn invisible heal wounds and communicate telepathically. And for the low low price of 100 lbs of gold they’ll kill anyone you want no questions asked.
It’s that latter aspect that draws the scrutiny of law enforcement — specifically agents Mika Coretti (Naomi Harris) and Ryan Maslow (Ben Miles) of Europol (which appears to be a division of Interpol staffed exclusively with imbeciles). Fortunately for these hapless twits they find a potent ally in Raizo (Rain) a renegade ninja of unsurpassed ability who nurses a nasty grudge against his cruel former master Lord Ozunu (Sho Kosugi).
Fueled by childhood memories of the abuse he suffered while at Lord Ozunu’s ninja sleepaway camp Raizo will stop at nothing to bring the entire operation down. Which is good because his former chums are a persistent lot arriving in ever greater numbers to snuff out the powerful apostate.
McTeigue’s dizzying shaky-cam combined with the identical appearance of most of the ninja combatants makes the action difficult to follow at times in Ninja Assassin. It’s probably why he felt compelled to accentuate every fight scene with exaggerated bursts of CGI blood. Still as disembodied heads limbs and torsos fly across the screen in quantities not seen since Kill Bill it’s nigh impossible to determine who they belong(ed) to. Much easier to pinpoint are the glistening six-pack abs of Raizo a fighter so badass he can ward off his pursuers while wearing little more than a thin layer of baby oil.
It’s a pity Raizo couldn’t have applied his blade to the Ninja Assassin script which encumbers the first half of the movie with endless flashbacks gratuitous training sequences and pointless political squabbling. Or perhaps he could have imparted some of his skills at deception to McTeigue who exhibits all of the subtlety and unpredictability of a kamikaze pilot.
This is one ninja flick that should have remained in the shadows.
The Notting Hill star's hobby, which has seen him compete in pro-am tournaments, has taken over his life and he even gets up in the middle of the night to practice his favourite pastime.
And he's sure his love for the sport is the reason he hasn't settled down with a girlfriend.
He says, "When you say to a girl 'I play golf' her eyes glaze over. I do feel guilty about my golf. You know you're a sad case when you spend your spare time reading books on putting or going on YouTube to watch slow motion golf swings.
"I'll get out of bed in the middle of the night and practise my swing in front of a mirror. I'm obsessed and it's destroying my life. Golf is an addiction."
The 49 year old has previously dated actress/model Elizabeth Hurley and socialite Jemima Khan.