I am grieving for my friend, the playwright Arnold Wesker, who lit up British theatre from the late 1950s and made a contribution to many other art forms.
I got to know Arnold 25 years ago when he wrote an opera, Caritas, with the composer Robert Saxton, about a girl who was bricked up into a church wall. The opera flopped, but Arnold and I bonded. He was witty, genuine and curious about everything, especially music of which he felt deprived. The works of his later years lacked immediate success but he bore adversity with dignity. His time will come.
Arnold, rest his soul, was 83. He had been suffering from Parkinsons Disease.
After Pinter and Osborne, he was the last of the Angry Young Men.