Let’s skip the obvious.

If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

The obvious being Marilyn Monroe, Winston Churchill, Abraham Lincoln. Right, that’s my go to guests out of the way. If I’m hosting a dinner party I want some fun guests, life can be so hard that a little levity would go a long way.

Freddie Starr, even now when I watch clips of this fella, he still manages to have me laughing until my ribs hurt. Freddie was from a time when a comedian could be a comedian. We weren’t offended, we took his humour in the way it was meant to be taken. He poked fun at everything and everyone including himself.

My next guest would be Spike Milligan. A classic British comedian that wrote some amazing nonsensical verses, starred in multiple movies all whilst battling manic depression. Spike Milligan reminds me of my younger days, watching comedy before the “sensitivities” arrived. A time when people took a joke as a joke and never a personal slight.

My mother would be number one on my list. To be able to sit and spend time with her would be the most precious gift.

My grandad, sadly passed when I was a kid but a man I remember as a kind person. A man I have never heard a bad word about in all my years. I would ask him about his life and where he came from.

I would have Stephen Fry as a guest, such an intelligent, funny man. I imagine he has some great and humourous takes to tell.

Freddie Mercury, George Michael, David Bowie, Kurt Cobain and Marc Boland would be my super group for the evening. I know many would go with the Beatles, Elvis, Mozart etc but it’s my party as the song goes.

Serving I’d be tempted to go with the crew from Fawlty Towers, that would be a scream in itself.

Who would sit at your table?