Okay, I need a big light. A big industrial looking light above the dining table. One that’s to be noticed but at the same time won’t dominate the room. At the moment I’m renting out so can’t really change the light fittings but once I have my own house I really want large metal lampshades in the dining room – maybe even with slightly exposed Edison light bulbs, that would be beautiful! At the moment I do have a lot of plants and greenery in the kitchen but all my plants are still quite small. I can’t wait for them to grow – hopefully by the time of my first dinner party they will be the size of palm trees!
✓ Sylvia Plath – …because she’s so deep I would probably not even be able to talk to her. I would just sit there with my mouth open in awe. She could recite some of her incredibly beautiful and depressing poems to kick of the evening.
✓ Woody Allen – Woody would join in with his intellectual highly sophisticated jokes which half of the people there (including me) wouldn’t understand (because they would about politics from the 1920s and Tolstoy’s Russia).
✓ Isambard Brunel – You can’t possibly have a dinner party without inviting the biggest genius of industrial (pre)revolution. Brunel would definitely appreciate my sense for industrial home decor and the bloody amazing industrial dining table. Thanks Issy!
✓ Frida Kahlo – Frida was apparently a party animal. Her Mexican dress would whirl around creating a never-ending rainbow of colours and beauty. And she was a fittie. Just saying.
Why have I invited 4 people when my table can only hold 3 plus me? Because I will sit on my Moroccan poufe and watch this legendary dinner party unfold speechlessly from afar. Because, Christ – that’s Woody AND Brunel at the same table!!
And what we’re gonna eat? Probably some doodles from a local takeaway because I’m a terrible cook. Unless it wouldn’t be inappropriate to serve spag bol? I make a good spag bol. And some craft beer. Mmmm!