I can remember a time when productions of Joe Orton's comedies were as ubiquitous as Noel Coward's.
Although stylistically these gay writers couldn't be more different, both their work symbolised a theatrical era. If Coward was all about a mid Twentieth Century style and wit that has turned out to have timeless appeal, the spiky, surreal, dark humour of Orton's writing, conceived to shock and be anti-establishment in the 1960s, can either be roll-on-the floor hilarious or seem dated, infantile and tedious depending on the national mood of the decade in which it's performed.