Guess who's coming to dinner? - Karen Bush
'The Load of Unicorn' by Cynthia Harnett |
Naturally, that led me to think of what other literary dinner guests I'd like to invite - along with all my fellow AE friends and colleagues of course who would automatically receive a gilt edged invitation. The list started to grow so long that I realised that no table was going to be big enough, and it would have to be more along the lines of a stand-up buffet, which would rather spoil the initial idea of fascinating conversation shared over the course of a leisurely meal.
Jerome. No idea why he's looking so grumpy ... hopefully he would turn up for dinner in a better mood |
Interviews with Remarkable Authors - interview with White from the BBC archives - to watch click HERE
Louis Rhead's bold Robin shooting in Sherwood with Sir Guy |
So who would you invite (living, dead or fictional) to dinner?
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Vimes and Lady Sybil for certain - though would they be happy at the same table with Vetinari? I think he'd make everyone a bit uncomfortable. I'd quite like to invite Lady Margotta of Uberwald, though - and it might cause a diplomatic incident if she was invited and Vetinari left out.
But Captain Carrot and Angua - and Granny and Nanny, if they'd accept. And Magrat, of course - but then we'd have to ask the King of Lancre too. Unless we invited her from the book before she marries the King. - This gets complicated.
I think Flora Poste would be a wonderful guest too. She'd sort everyone out, and solve any problems.
There's lots of fictional guests I'd barricade the doors against, though. Tess Durberville? - Love her book, but couldn't stand her moping around the place.
Some interesting choices: I feel a buffet coming on again!
Jan, there are no fish n chip shops that I know of, but I'll ask my kids. In Berlin especially, you're likely to find all manner of oddities, one of my favourites being a liquorice shop. The first time I went in, I must have bought one of everything. You can even get a really decent American-style cheeseburger in the city (run by Brits, BTW).
(It even dries crocodile tears.)