Harold Pinter.

[whatho]

I had to delete twelve pictures to get my Pinter icon back, but I thought if I was going to note his actual death here I ought really to have it. Mostly my interest in Harold Pinter was due his being a repeated joke in Nightingales, but I did get properly interested in him as a playwright (if not in any sense as a poet) after seeing The Birthday Party in London this year. Mostly he's left a sizeable hole in my fantasy opening night audience.

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[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I was on the phone when the news came on, after my Dad had evilly handed me over to 'say hello' to an aunt who'd phoned and wouldn't stop talking. But even in the midst of glaring at him and going "Hmmm...yes?" to my aunt at intervals, you were my first thought!

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I totally thought he was dead already, and argued with my mum for about five minutes that it must have been an old story she was reading. I am going to see my first Pinter play on Monday, I feel it should have been sooner.