When Harold Pinter was fortunate enough to win the Nobel prize in 2005 (‘The money’s not so bad’, 1 October), he gave privately to his friends and family who needed it. At which point the wily suggestion came: “Harold, you’ve been so generous, why don’t you do something for yourself.” The proposal was a box at Lords during a Test match. Harold pursued it with alacrity and it became an annual event. Nothing gave him greater pleasure during the last three years of his life. Of course he did not sit there alone: in piled the family and friends.
Antonia Fraser
London
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