My second play The Birthday Party I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day who called it an absolute load of rubbish.
I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And...
I sing a little bit. I got a guitar for my 16th birthday.
In marriage a man becomes slack and selfish and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
