Ever since April, I've felt compelled to host my own street party. This one however set in the land of make-believe. A fantasy tea. I've given it serious thought from the food down to the guests. My imagination used to its wildest degree. If anything was possible, what would your ultimate party be? Who would you invite if you could have your pick from the dead, living and famous? A little fantasy good for your health. An escape from the clutches of boredom. Bearing this in mind, what follows is a imaginary treat. Time to take your place at Feather's High Tea!
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Scene set, we need only the guests to walk on stage. Who will I hope has RSVP? The guest list a mix of artists – actors, writers and poets. The lack of veggie invites duly noted. Those amongst the living include the Dali Lama, Peter Owen Jones, Benjamin Zephaniah, Jamie Oliver, Michael Palin, Helena Bonham-Cater, Colin Firth, comedians Jennifer Saunders and Dawn French to liven up proceedings, and Johnny Depp, with the condition he comes dressed as Capt Jack Sparrow. Accompanied by a list of the deceased. Literary greats, such as Beatrix Potter, Enid Blyton, Jane Austen, Dickens, Virginia Woolf, Mrs Gaskell, and the lesser known Charlotte Mew. Yes, it's a little unbalanced, but these are my top people as Bridget Jones would say. My daydream drifts on... mind lost in this land of English high tea, with an African/Eastern theme. I'll leave you to imagine what yours would be...