I first met Larry Kramer in London in the late 1960s, when he was working for United Artists and writing the screenplay for Women in Love. He came to a screening I had for my Beatles movie, Let It Be, and then over for dinner a few evenings later with my girlfriend and me. He took his dessert into the TV room, saying he was sure she and I would be happy on our own but there was a Barbra Streisand special he didn’t want to miss.

Over the years I’d run into Larry occasionally and had always liked him and thought him intelligent and funny.