Kirsty Bosley: My ultimate dinner party guests would be real sitcom specials
Despite still being far from festive, I'm actually looking forward to Friday for a number of reasons. Most of those reasons are edible.
I have two cheese boards and three bottles of red wine sitting by the front door waiting to go to my boyfriend's parents house already. I'm not sure if I'm prepared to share any of them with Liz and Rob, even though they're being so kind inviting me to dinner.
Of course, I'm joking. They can have have a small glass of Merlot each – I'm not Ebenezer flaming Scrooge. I have never in my memory sat down on December 25 with both a mum and a dad in attendance. Though Liz and Rob aren't my own, I'm looking forward to seeing what some semblance of the traditional family is like. It'll be a novelty, like the alternative Channel 4 speech. Only much better, and with more hugs.
If they hadn't asked me to go round and eat my bodyweight in sprouts, I'm not sure what I'd be doing. It really got me thinking, actually, of that old discussion. Who, living or dead would you invite to the ultimate dinner party? If you could share your day with a bunch of people, fictional or real, who would you ask?
My own list is not necessarily filled with people that inspire me, figures that I look up to or those who have made a profound impact on my life. I want to say that I'd invite Morrissey, my late maternal grandfather or Prince, but all three would render me incapable of tucking in to my roasted vegetables. I'd swallow my tongue, or freeze up, overwhelmed. And I'm really looking forward to roasters, so all three of those magnificent, beautiful beings are off my list.
