He didn’t appreciate my writing. My speeches were too long. Too dramatic. Too time consuming.
Peck pecked at strangers words while rubbing his own pen. That’s what makes a great teacher, right?
I listened to his play on Radio 4. The characters said nothing. I’d rather listen to a gobby pissed blonde tart on a street corner than that mumbling monotone.
And as he showed me the door I may have articulated that point far too well.