My ideal Christmas dinner party…

Christmas is that time of year when dreams can come true, apparently.  So I thought I’d write down my Dream Christmas Dinner Party Guest List, in case Santa is taking note.  I know I haven’t behaved perfectly this year, but perhaps not as imperfectly as some (Tesco finance department, anyone?)

 

I only have seven chairs in my flat, two of which are wont to break if someone heavy sits on them – so I can’t invite my family (not because they’re too heavy but because there aren’t enough chairs – and besides, the Newmans have spent many a Christmas together.)

 

Instead, here’s my list of guests for the perfect Christmas celebration: 

 

1.  My friend, masterchef Marianne Lumb, who could cook for us.  She now runs her own restaurant in West London, but even cheese on toast made by Marianne tastes better than a lot of things I’ve eaten in restaurants this year.  

 

2.  Jamie Dornan, for obvious reasons – as long as he promises to leave his balaclava at home.

 

3.  Michael Fassbender – Eye Candy part II.  Well it’s my dream Christmas so I’m allowed more than one piece of Eye Candy, as well as real candy.

 

 
4.  Tina Fey – who manages to do funny and feminist better than anyone.

 

5.  George R R Martin – I would get him drunk on my friend Anna Potts’s homemade Sloe Gin – and force him to tell me the secrets of what’s in store for all my favourite Game of Thrones characters.

 

6.     Justin Gellatly of Bread Ahead – creator of the most extraordinary doughnuts in the world – and author of my favourite cookbook, and favourite titled book of 2014 – Bread, Cake, Doughnut, Pudding.

 

7.     Gillian Anderson – my ex adores her and I used to get a bit jealous about that.  But then I saw her in Streetcar earlier this year and now I bang on about how amazing and talented and luminously beautiful she is far more than he ever did.

 

That sounds like a pretty fun party, right?  I’m willing to stand for the duration of the meal if it means I can invite all seven – though if Jamie or Michael wanted me to sit on their laps at any point in the festivities, I suppose that would be ok too.
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