THE bitter divorce war between Shubert Organization president Philip Smith and Tricia Walsh-Smith took an incredibly ugly turn Friday as the blond British playwright went on the Web to trash her elderly hubby with a lurid list of sleazy charges involving sex and porn.
On a six-minute video posted on YouTube, Walsh-Smith, who’s 25 years younger than her multimillionaire spouse, says he refused to sleep with her, all the while stashing
X-rated videos and erection-enhancing drugs around their posh Park Avenue apartment. “We never had sex. He said it was because he had high blood pressure,” she fumes. “I accepted that. Then last year . . . I found Viagra, porn movies and condoms.”
On the video, she tries to confront Smith by phone at his Midtown office, from where he manages 17 Broadway theaters. After being told he’s on a conference call, she blurts to his secretary, “I don’t know if you know, but you know Philip and I never had sex . . . but he’s got Viagra and condoms and porn movies. Just ask him what he wants me to do with them, would you?”
The startled assistant screams, “Wait! Wait! Wait, you want me to ask him this now?”
The angry rant of Walsh-Smith, an ex-boozer who penned the London hit “Bonkers,” comes as she says Smith is trying to evict her from their Manhattan digs in the next 30 days because of a clause in their prenuptial agreement. “But he has to have grounds for divorce. He has no grounds . . . but he’s still trying to throw me out . . . I don’t know why,” she says.
“This is my home, or was my home, which I’m being evicted from. In 2008, can you believe? They tried to hack my computer, get the computer out of the house. I’ve had a really horrible few years . . . I’ve got to be the biggest schmuck going, huh, but I’m going to be a warrior . . . and maybe I’ll win.”
The video closes with a message stating: “Will poor vulnerable Tricia be evicted, or will her mean, bad husband do the right thing? Stay tuned.”
Smith has helped nurture such Broadway smashes as “Dream Girls” and “Cats.” His office issued a terse, “No comment.”