It’s 10am and the sun is already bouncing hard off the Sydney Opera House forecourt where I’m due to meet one of Australia’s most prolific and awarded writers for stage and screen.
David Williamson arrives on cue and is hard to miss. A head-and-something taller than the throng of sightseers and tour groups, he looms over the shirtless joggers gleaming in the sun and kids on bikes weaving through the crowds. He politely skirts past a photoshoot bride clutching an unruly bunch of sunburst dahlias.
