Dream Dinner Party

Who would you invite to your dream dinner party?

Six seats at the table. Pick who you want, alive or dead.

Mine would be a right laugh:

Kimi Raikkonen Elvis Costello Victoria Beckham David Cameron Mark King out of Level 42 Pol Pot

Dinner would be fried mushrooms with no pepper.

First, dead people only dream dinner party.

1. F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. Oscar Wilde
3. Albert Camus
4. Georges Bataille
5. Evelyn Waugh
6. Truman Capote (I could imagine Camus and Bataille talking to each other in French about philosophy and whatever, with F. Scott Fitzgerald attempting to talk to those two in his broken French whilst being incredibly drunk [Fitzgerald did live in France during part of the 1920s]. Then, Truman Capote and Oscar Wilde could exchange witty remarks with each other, Waugh and Fitzgerald could discuss Catholicism, but Waugh might be disappointed that Fitzgerald wasn't exactly a devout Catholic as an adult. Then Fitzgerald would attempt to talk to Wilde, notably about The Picture of Dorian Gray. Next, Capote might reveal to the others that Fitzgerald dressed up as a showgirl for the Princeton University Triangle show thing, and reveal how pretty he was in drag.)

Second, dream dinner party with people that are alive

1. Kevin Spacey
2. Kazuo Ishiguro
3. Liam Gallagher
4. Noel Gallagher
5. Neil Tennant
6. Dragan Stojkovic (I could imagine Spacey and Tennant discussing the arts and theatre situation in the UK, Ishiguro talking about that from a writer's POV, Stojkovic [Serbian former footballer; now manager of J-League side Nagoya] could attempt to talk about football with the Gallagher brothers, while Tennant pretends that he's a journalist with Smash Hits again, trying to do an interview with the Gallagher brothers about music.)

1. Fat Bob
2. Neil Tennant
3. Dave Gahan
4. Andy Bell
5. Martin Gore
6. Digi Mike

James Thomas wrote:

1. Fat Bob
2. Neil Tennant
3. Dave Gahan
4. Andy Bell
5. Martin Gore
6. Digi Mike

and a gay time had by all

JOHN PEEL would be first on the list.then maybe

siouxsie john merrick ( elephant man ) simon garner ( BLACKBURN LEGEND ) paul merton or ross noble for the laugh salma hayek if she'd wear THAT dress.

or maybe NOT wear a dress at all

the current background music would be seldom seen kid album by elbow.

i'd serve red wine, maybe shiraz or zinfandel or argentinian malbec to wash down the cheese on toast.

there would be no throwing the keys in the fruit bowl !!! i aint shagging john merrick

Do you mean to eat the dead people? Never really given it much thought on who famous would make a nice roast with sides of veggies, but you would want them to be somewhat fresh I would think. Or do you mean that the dead people would be re-animated zombies that could kinda talk? Wouldn't you be worried about the zombies eating you then? I guess it is a hypothetical query anyway and we should assume that the zombies would not eat your flesh. I wouldn't know what to say to them anyway.

If there's six seats at the table shouldn't you only invite five guests? Or are you going to stand up all night?

LeggyD wrote: If there's six seats at the table shouldn't you only invite five guests? Or are you going to stand up all night?

Whoops, didn't think about that. But I'd rather be the aloof host who stands, acting as a voyeur to the conversations of the six guests I chose for both dinner parties. (Referring to my post to this thread.)

Well spotted Leggey.

I left myself out. No way would I want to sit with them dumb fucks and I hate mushrooms.

Kimi'll be running round with his chopper in his hand before the fish course.

I've nearly finished making a lovely centre piece for Digi's party,needs more nails though.

Robert Moog Delia Derbyshire Tom Baker Bill Hicks Patrick McGoohan Gerhard Berger

Neil Tennant Sara Dallin Bernard Sumner John Simm Steven Gerrard Danny Dyer

Oscar Wilde Hunter S. Thompson Martin Luther Traci Lords Tony Wilson

For a cerebral evening:

Thomas Jefferson Theodore Roosevelt Roger Bannister H. G. Wells Gary Larson

For a hot and heavy night:

Salma Hyak (Desperado outfit) Daisy Duke (original) Betty Page (in younger years of course)

No WAY would I invite Oscar Wilde into my house. Fuck that. Always wanting to be the centre of attention and trying to come out with his clever one-liners all over the place. No no no. Tony Wilson isn’t welcome either, for similar reasons. Wonderful people, but dinner party wreckers I bet.

I wouldn’t want to meet HST. I love every word he wrote, but never seemed to be the nicest guy in the world and, despite going on about it all the time, didn’t seem to be much of a person to get hammered with either. I bet his wife Anita, on the other hand, would be a fascinating person to meet. I read an interview with her recently that nearly had me in tears. I regularly read her blog and other stuff she writes. That she was able to put up with the tomfoolery and nastiness to be close to Hunter for so long shows a unique combination of determination of spirit and passion that really fascinates me. She also enjoys the additional dinner guest advantage of being alive, so I’d send her an invite and hope she can make it.

Music people in general do their best work on stage and I’ve rarely met one that I like in real life. They say all they need to from the stage and I say all I want to back at them by standing in awe of their work. So much as I’d watch them perform all day, Hooky, Oakenfold, Clem Burke and Larry Love can get their own dinner: they’re not coming to mine.

My dinner party guest list looks like James Joyce, Dylan Thomas, Ian Hislop, Anita Thompson, GlasVegas and Royser. That’s seven, with me, but we’d all fit in. I’d sit Hislop next to G, simply because I think it would be the funniest thing ever to happen in the world, Roy in the middle, like a grand facilitator who can remember everything that happens and remind me about it all later. Dylan near the drinks cabinet with an endless supply of ice and me sat between James and Anita. I bet Joyce didn’t speak too much or too loudly so I’d want to be close enough to catch every word and Anita, as well as being interesting in her own right, would be great person to sit with while observing such geniuses at work.

You may be interested to know that this post was written whilst listening to I Will Always Love You being sung in Latin on what sounds like one of those “Opera Classics” cds that they peddle on Classic FM that the only other bloke in the office today is playing and whistling along to. The rhythmic pounding of my fingers on the keyboard and the sounds of the words in my head has been very therapeutic and may be the reason that he is alive right now. It’s been a clear case of writing being therapy for the writer rather than interest for the reader.

Tears in Heaven, sung by a little soprano boy, is playing now. I must sign off and start making plans for dumping his body.

Goodbye.

Nessum Dorma now.

:dead:

Biginoil wrote: No WAY would I invite Oscar Wilde into my house. Fuck that. Always wanting to be the centre of attention and trying to come out with his clever one-liners all over the place. No no no. Tony Wilson isn’t welcome either, for similar reasons. Wonderful people, but dinner party wreckers I bet.

I wouldn’t want to meet HST. I love every word he wrote, but never seemed to be the nicest guy in the world and, despite going on about it all the time, didn’t seem to be much of a person to get hammered with either. I bet his wife Anita, on the other hand, would be a fascinating person to meet. I read an interview with her recently that nearly had me in tears. I regularly read her blog and other stuff she writes. That she was able to put up with the tomfoolery and nastiness to be close to Hunter for so long shows a unique combination of determination of spirit and passion that really fascinates me. She also enjoys the additional dinner guest advantage of being alive, so I’d send her an invite and hope she can make it.

Music people in general do their best work on stage and I’ve rarely met one that I like in real life. They say all they need to from the stage and I say all I want to back at them by standing in awe of their work. So much as I’d watch them perform all day, Hooky, Oakenfold, Clem Burke and Larry Love can get their own dinner: they’re not coming to mine.

My dinner party guest list looks like James Joyce, Dylan Thomas, Ian Hislop, Anita Thompson, GlasVegas and Royser. That’s seven, with me, but we’d all fit in. I’d sit Hislop next to G, simply because I think it would be the funniest thing ever to happen in the world, Roy in the middle, like a grand facilitator who can remember everything that happens and remind me about it all later. Dylan near the drinks cabinet with an endless supply of ice and me sat between James and Anita. I bet Joyce didn’t speak too much or too loudly so I’d want to be close enough to catch every word and Anita, as well as being interesting in her own right, would be great person to sit with while observing such geniuses at work.

You may be interested to know that this post was written whilst listening to I Will Always Love You being sung in Latin on what sounds like one of those “Opera Classics” cds that they peddle on Classic FM that the only other bloke in the office today is playing and whistling along to. The rhythmic pounding of my fingers on the keyboard and the sounds of the words in my head has been very therapeutic and may be the reason that he is alive right now. It’s been a clear case of writing being therapy for the writer rather than interest for the reader.

Tears in Heaven, sung by a little soprano boy, is playing now. I must sign off and start making plans for dumping his body.

Goodbye.

a thoughtful, well considered selection. biginoil has successfully blended a mix of sweet and unsavoury; tantalising the palate with the lightweight hors d'ouevre of hislop, before presenting the meatier joyce on a bed of impenetrability, and a succulent welsh delicacy in the form of a conversationally well-grilled thomas, served with a coulis of melancholy. the piquant wife-of-dead-author is a brave and rewarding choice for desert, marinaded in tears of regret and garnished with a drizzle of honey-smoked wit.

truly, a remarkable treat for the senses.

And Kimi. But he'll just be running round with his lad out.

Better than listening to him talk I suppose.

Beside after sunday, he's filled under C for Cunt!

Wow that's high praise from nora. And although the quality of her prose far overshadows my own, I feel honoured.

But it was doctor's post that made me laugh out loud; proving that no matter how good your material, or the presentation, you can't whack a good knob gag

A party for conversation, to have fun or to change the world?

Errrm...

Henry Rollins (for conversation) Jim Kerr (for dinner music) Hugh Jackman (just eye candy) Chris Olley (for dinner music, when Jim needs a break and to discuss about his fancy music ideas ) Groucho Marx (my grande idol) The sixth chair is reserved for our (1 1/2 years ago) deceased and still beloved cat Dicky.

Perhaps it's a good idea to invite Gandhi (he won't eat much)... Did I really write that ?

Chris Nash wrote: Trouble is, if you invite Gandhi, it means you've got to go to the trouble of providing one of those boring vegetarian options...

Not to mention he was a vile, racists cunt who went around giving young girls enemas.

HOOKY BARNEY STEVO GILLIAN PHIL AHW

Monty "Hmm nice mushrooms,could have done with a bit of pepper. Now..about this split......"

Actually might swap Phil for Gretton,so he can bang their fooking heads together..

Biginoil wrote: Wow that's high praise from nora.

it was intended to be tongue-in-cheek. by which i don't mean arse licky.

the only sleb in with a shout round my table was mariella, until i twigged she'd only make me feel more inadequate than i already do. i shall have her on my internal sat nav instead, guiding me through life. she'd be ace at that.

"you have taken the wrong road. please make a u-turn immediately."

I'd have

Vincent Kennedy McMahon Ariel Sharon Sir Ian Botham Barry Davies Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall

bloodynora wrote:

Biginoil wrote: Wow that's high praise from nora.

it was intended to be tongue-in-cheek. by which i don't mean arse licky.

So was my thanks. You can shove your mock-praise really.

bloodynora wrote: "you have taken the wrong road. please make a u-turn immediately."

Quote of the day, nacht.

Meanwhile,

Steve Morris Ralf Hütter Florian Schneider [duh, can't have one without the other] Tony Wilson Damon Albarn

I'd like to see the conversation around THIS dinner table.

Oh and dinner - homemade spaghetti, tomato and basil sauce, with salad on the side.

And maybe a trying-out of Biggy's famous mushrooms.

Trans-Small-Town Order Express wrote:

Florian Schneider [duh, can't have one without the other] .

Well, the last gigs prove that you can!

John Waters Hunter S. Thompson Marquis de Sade Jesus the Christ George W. Bush

Uncle Liam wrote:

Trans-Small-Town Order Express wrote:

Florian Schneider [duh, can't have one without the other] .

Well, the last gigs prove that you can!

I know that. I'm just sayin'.

After a lot of thought I've deceided on...

ColRoysterGlasVegasAlKate Moss

That should save actually having to serve any food

LeggyD wrote: After a lot of thought I've deceided on...

ColRoysterGlasVegasAlKate Moss

That should save actually having to serve any food

I'll bet Kates creaming herself at the thought of it

Gazman wrote:

LeggyD wrote: After a lot of thought I've deceided on...

ColRoysterGlasVegasAlKate Moss

That should save actually having to serve any food

I'll bet Kates creaming herself at the thought of it

She should be - I bumped Tara Palmer Tompkinson off the list for her

Peter Kay Ian Wright Ian Botham Anthony H Wilson Liam

A comedian and some twats at yours then?

Can I have another go?

Jem Bonz vodka jelly wine