91. A new game

A story that my Mother tells about my Father led last evening to the creation of a new parlour game, so I thought I would share it with you so that you too can play.

He (the Old Man) was asked to nominate two movie types he had yet to meet and would like to. This was at a point in his career when he'd probably met most everybody so I'll bet he had to think about it for a bit, but he chose Robert Mitchum (Bob) and an Australian writer called Morris West (Morris).

Arrangements were then made, and my parents had dinner with Robert Mitchum (Bob) and Morris West (Morris) ((not at the same time)) and, presumably, their wives and whatevers. Fun! Apparently the old man really liked both Bob and Morris so he was a clever chap because most times when you meet your heroes they're awful and a part of your soul shrivels and dies with the disappointment.

Anyway.

So the game is, choose two famous people to have dinner with. They have to be alive. (The preamble to the game may be more interesting than the game itself. This has yet to be decided but it does very much depend on who is playing.)

Me and Herself played the inaugural game last night. I chose Meryl Streep and Bill Clinton. Meryl for flirting and a giggle and because she's got a brain and I'll bet she's a laugh. Bill because I'm sure I could get him to spill the beans on who killed JFK and other international secrets. Of course. Herself chose Diane Keaton and Antony Beevor. Don't ask. I didn't.

The best thing about the game is that you'd probably choose different people every time you played.

I haven't thought of a name for it yet, but I will. I have not been inundated with suggestions for reading material, apart from my Big Sister who is a Goddess of Smart, which means that either nobody is reading this blog but BF and BS, or that people read but do not want to Get Involved. Either way, I'll be playing again tonight.

Jon Stewart I think, and Tina Fey...