The Playwright Simon Gray is an amusing, often wry chuckle-inducing kind of writer. Much of what he has to say takes the form of gentle anecdote when he recounts the frustrations of a) trying to learn to use an Apple computer and b) trying to nurse his play, The Late Middle Classes, through a theatre production. Elsewhere, he has written about the play, Cell Mates, the run of which came to an abrupt end when Stephen Fry, who had one of the main roles, disappeared, ending up in hiding somewhere in Belgium, and he has had great success with his Smoking Diaries which I have read and very much enjoyed.
I know this won't suit everyone; some people I have recommended it to have not appreciated the rigmarolish polish of his prose, but I like it's self-deprecating ironies and gently bewildered view of a world gone, at times it seems, entirely mad. I like hearing about his household of various cats and the dog George, actually a female, who appears to hold a dangerous fascination for a visiting fox.