Thursday, December 25, 2008
"Get your coat, Antonia, we're leaving!"
Poor Harold Pinter was a great playwright, excellent cricketer, watchable actor, discerning ladies' man, quondam pretender to the Albanian throne and political adolescent.
Now that he's dead all sorts of ingrates will mock his penchant for Milosevic and rudeness to Americans.
"Art has always been free of life. Its flag has never reflected the colour of the flag that flies over the city fortress," said Shklovsky.
I would add that artists are not housepainters. They may be able to dash off a challenging abstract, but will probably bugger up your wainscoting.
I like to think I'll be remembered for my sexual prowess and ability to dislocate my shoulders, not for my Dadaist car maintenance or Esperanto poetry.
z"l, says the Cymru Rouge. Chwarae teg.