Sitting in the sun outside the Willmington just now, perusing The Observer and the various antics and dressage
of locals and trendy Clerkenwell visitors..
Spotted this little gem which bought to mind an evening:
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/202 ... ecognition
My pal Keith had invited me & my then girlfriend Sally (a PR to famous people)
to and I thought, his play at the Almeida theatre just up the road.
Sitting in their bar around a small table opposite us, an impressive couple quaffing champagne.
Keith popped in, saying good evening to the pair and then plopping down another bottle of house wine
in front of us and winking!
Sally surreptitiously kicked, me as I vainly opened up a conversation with the pair,
the lady even offering me some champagne, I respectively declined.
A very clever show whereby, every evening the posh restaurant opposite provided dinner
for the 'on-stage cast every night......
Turns out the guy was Harold Pinter the lady Antonia Fraser,
and that I just found out he had written 'Keith's play ? 'Celebration: H Pinter c2000
And upon reading the above article, he had also adapted the screenplay for the French Lieutenant's Woman, I had a house just outside Lyme Regis when they filmed it. 'Pretty surreal when out shopping in lyme.
I still wonder if Keith thought I knew Pinter and partner....
'funny old world'