Smurf Bombs
“We wanted something that was real war – Smurfs losing arms, or a Smurf losing a head – but they said no.”
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)
“We wanted something that was real war – Smurfs losing arms, or a Smurf losing a head – but they said no.”
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)
Harold Pinter, one of my favorite playwrights, was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
“Pinter restored theatre to its basic elements: an enclosed space and unpredictable dialogue, where people are at the mercy of each other and pretence crumbles.”
Pinter’s work “uncovers the precipice under everyday prattle and forces entry into oppression’s closed rooms”.
Well said.
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)