He used to write to me at one time. Long letters about Ford Madox Ford. I used to write to him too, come to think of it. Long letters about… oh, W.B. Yeats, I suppose. That was the time when we were both editors of poetry magazines. Him at Cambridge, me at Oxford. Did you know that? We were bright young men. And close friends. Well, we still are close friends. All that was long before I met you. Long before he met you.
Harold Pinter, Betrayal.
Colin Tierney join the cast of the Sheffield Crucible’s Betrayal:
ALL THE FEELINGS ensue.
In case you hadn’t realized what’s my new obssession.
I miss Horatio. *sigh*
look at this beautiful man. flawless. I always have such high expectations about Horatio (because I think a good Horatio is vital for the audience to love Hamlet) and I couldn’t have asked for a better one than Colin Tierney.
