Just suppose that you could invite anybody – anybody, ANYBODY, living, dead or imaginary – to dinner, who would get one of your nicest shiny invitations? And why?
Here’s my pick:
Damon Hill – World Formula 1 Driver Champion in 1996. I’m now getting a lot of Damon fixes as he’s a pundit for Sky F1, but you can’t get too much of a good thing. He would have to shave, though. Sorry, Damon, beards are out.
Stephen Fry – an amazing, irreverent, intelligent, articulate, funny guy. He could bring Alan Davies with him, if he wanted. (I think Stephen my currently be wearing a beard, too. For goodness sake, Stephen! Break out the razor.)
Miss Wishart – who taught me for two year at Tigne Barracks School in Malta. I’ve always wanted a few quiet minutes with her as an adult. She could do the washing up and serving – I wouldn’t actually set a place at the table for her.
Rich Hall – another funny guy, a comedian from Montana. Always has a dry remark ready, never seems to feel the need to belittle the vulnerable in order to get a laugh.
Murray Walker – for his decades of experience in Formula 1 and his amazing fund of stories.
Ratty, Justin, James, Martyn, Adam, Dominic and Jed. Readers of my books will already have met them and know why I’d want them there! And Jed – but nobody but me and my publisher have met him yet …
Batman – just so I could say, ‘What now, Batman?’
Han Solo – I don’t have to explain that one, do I?
Hmm. I can see that I haven’t arranged a balance between the genders. But, hey. My table, my rules.
Who would be around your table?