Dinner parties

A well known Australian chef, Gay Bilson, stated that you must invite odd numbers of people to dinners as it ensures a benign irritant. Nearly killed myself laughing at this. So if you are invited as the odd number, do some self analysis.

Love dinner parties, scrub the house top to bottom, make new dishes that want me to commit hari-kari with my chopsticks, tap in to self-doubt about mix of people and then an hour before...realise that if they cancelled I would be grateful and slip in to comfy clothes, watch tv and blancmange out.

Then after a couple of drinks and guests arrive, I am fine, or at least the champagne has kicked in. Allergic to red wine and most white, so sorry darling, can only drink champagne, pity about me!

Have some great memories including, a friend falling asleep in their lasagne, a gay friend's new boyfriend miffed after arguing why he shouldn't wear a dress to meet new people, a couple sitting emotional miles across the room throwing barbed comments and divorcing 6 weeks later, stoned gatecrashers, a forgotten dinner and after having eaten chicken dashing to a 3 course meal with..chicken, exchange of gifts including fur covered handcuffs to the wrong person and turning up to the wrong house (the next street corner was the right one) in full evening dress and heels after too many champagnes to be greeted by a shorts and singlet, sober, stranger!