Thursday, October 13, 2005

Nobel Prize For Literature

I stood next to that Harold Pinter in a pub once.
Neither of us spoke.

I once saw one of his plays.
What was that all about?
Haven't got a fucking clue.

6 Comments:

At 7:23 PM, Blogger Vicus Scurra said...

Was the play one where he stood next to a bloke in a pub, neither of them speaking? I saw that one.

 
At 10:31 PM, Blogger Steve said...

And that's precisely why he has been awarded the Nobel Prize for Liter-at-TURE!!!!!

 
At 7:39 AM, Blogger zaphod said...

You stood next to who Mr Lupin ?

 
At 10:32 AM, Blogger Willie Lupin said...

If it impresses people more, I once stood next to Peter Sissons, the newsreader, at a urinal.
He read the graffiti in front of him with great aplomb.

 
At 6:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Read the graffiti out loud - as if it were a teleprompter?

 
At 7:11 PM, Blogger Willie Lupin said...

No, not aloud. But I'm sure I saw him looking for the sports news and the weather forecast.

 

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