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.
posted by Willie Lupin @ 9:00 PM
6 comments
Musings from Middle England
Polemic, humour and trivia from a mythical land where neither the devil nor the Daily Mail have all the best tunes.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Neither of us spoke.
I once saw one of his plays.
What was that all about?
Haven't got a fucking clue.
About Me
- Name: Willie Lupin
- Location: United Kingdom
Fit fifty-something,hiding behind the pseudonym of Pooter's wayward son. "...where bad ads get the same hilarious, ruthless roughing up he gives dodgy government policies and crap telly." - The Guardian, 2005 Email me
Previous Posts
- Louise Jarvis, Superstar
- PC's Tits Up, Software's Chuddies Are In A Twist.....
- A Turkey Called Vincent
- Uber Alles
- Adwatch - No 62
- Pop Goes Everything
- Fingering In The Twilight Zone
- Those Leadership Speeches In Full
- Royal Rights And Wrongs
- Supercharge Your Spider Plant
6 Comments:
Was the play one where he stood next to a bloke in a pub, neither of them speaking? I saw that one.
And that's precisely why he has been awarded the Nobel Prize for Liter-at-TURE!!!!!
You stood next to who Mr Lupin ?
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.
Read the graffiti out loud - as if it were a teleprompter?
No, not aloud. But I'm sure I saw him looking for the sports news and the weather forecast.
Post a Comment
<< Home