(another beat)
The master of the menacing silence will have his longest pause yet. RIP.
             
            
              
              
              
            
            
           
          
            
            
              I loved his zingers toward Bush.
I laughed out loud when I read this:
Damn, Eartha Kitt and Harold Pinter. Damn.
             
            
              
              
              
            
            
           
          
            
            
              
Perhaps they’ve arranged to hook up.  Always was one for the ladies our Harold.  Hmm I feel like a cheese roll.