The imaginary Dinner party

It’s your imaginary Dinner Party – the one where you get to invite anyone, after all it is your game, and they can be living, dead or even fictional, yes if you’re a complete geek you can invite Dr.Who.

Naturally I’d probably laugh at anyone who wanted to invite any or all the following: Nelson Mandela, Sherlock Holmes, James Bond (as James Bond, if you want Pierce Brosnan just say it), Bono, Bob Geldorf, Julius Caesar, Boudicca, Cleopatra, Sting… this is a list n progress…

But who would I invite. Let say its a table of 8. So that 7 others.

It would be tempting to invite the pseudo famous people, those having achieved once for world glory, like Edmond Hillary, although I’d only want to ask him who was really first to the top (after of course George Malory – but he never got back to claim the prize) him or Norgay Tenzing, or a in vogue film star like Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Demi Moore, Bruce Willis who’s fame is as fleeting as their next job of work, or other intellectuals such as Einstein just because you were showing off.

Language isn’t a barrier, but then you are able to invite a fictional character so everyone would speak English 🙂

So I came up with a list that starts as

• Shakespeare
• Hitler
• Sitting Bull
• Henry Ford

And then I got stuck. And I’ve thought about this for a week now and you know that I’d only want one person to share an evening with and that’d be my Dad, Who died in 1988 and was unwell for many years before then and when I was out spreading my wings and doing my thing, not being home and generally growing up.

Sure it’d be a fun evening with Ricky Gervais, Steve Martin, Robin Williams, Cameron Diaz, Daniel Craig or a table with all the differnt James Bonds , but it wouldn’t enlighten me.

All the opportunity to invite someone you don’t know, never will know, and know nothing about, apart from the face you see on the TV screen and the words represented in the media.

So time with my Dad would be all I would like. Seriously.