Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… Margaret Atwood’s arrival successfully diffuses the sexual tension broiling across the table between Leonard Cohen and Lana Del Ray. I’m feeling a little bit grumpy because the pasta bake is well and truly cold. Why did I get it out of the oven so early? We’ve talked a bitContinue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #4: Bill Bryson”
Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… Now there’s a table, a rapidly depleting selection of wines, a tepid pasta bake, a smattering of Pringle crumbs in a bowl, Leonard Cohen, Lana Del Rey, and me. Leonard’s ramped up the story-telling and Lana is sitting with one leg crossed elegantly over the other, hand-rolled cigarette inContinue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #3: Margaret Atwood”
Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… There’s a table, a selection of wines, a crispy-on-top pasta bake, Leonard Cohen, and me. Leonard is relaying a long-winded but droll story about that time he made love to a beautiful archaeologist in Tel Aviv who inspired his unpublished poem Beauty in a Burka. I’ve got a weirdContinue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #2: Lana Del Rey”
It’s a classic silence-breaker question. If you could invite anyone in the world to a dinner party, alive or dead, who would it be and why? I have four guests at mine, and here’s the first. Oh and before you ask, we’re having pasta bake. Leonard Cohen This was the man who wrote the line:Continue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen”
We’re both getting married in the next few days, and we’re both female. That’s it. Oh and we have brown hair. I’m one of those Daily Mail haters who secretly reads the showbiz section. As such, and it’s my own fault really, it hasn’t escaped me that I’m not the only person getting married soon.Continue reading “What do me and Pippa Middleton have in common?”
I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between people lately.
There is one particular area of life we are allowed – encouraged even, to judge. It’s the gladiator’s coliseum of the modern day: the world of celebrity.