FYI or die

Soundtrack to my Sunday afternoon is my favourite bookish babes Lorelei, Estelle and Anna K. talking about F Scott Fitzgerald.

Perfect Sunday listening.

Writers can be tricky creatures.  They can get their story or voice into your head and make it nest there like a parasite, laying eggs in wait, so that five years after you read/saw their work you are taken right back there and reminded of their genius.

This happened to me today with the brilliant young British playwright Mike Bartlett.

So much so, that now I have ordered all his plays online.

I salute you Mr Bartlett.