Modern Dictation 11b History

You wake up. You are not alone, yet you are. The room is 70's hell, curtains hanging on for dear life and yesterdays toast sulking in the corner. Last night was, well, actually, really, well it was. An authoratitive voice booms around you and you realise the world is beautiful yet sadly depressing, all at once, yet not at all. Hope fades. You have just had sex with the late great harold pinter