1: If you could invite anyone in the world to dinner, who would it be?
Stephen Fry. I recently came across a Graham Norton clip, where Stephen Fry's anecdote was about a surprise New Year's visit from Prince Charles and Princess Diana. He just had some friends over, his house was messy, and he mentioned Hugh Laurie had to hoover his place.
House? Hugh Laurie? Hoover? I consulted Google. I suppose all the Brits know “Fry and Laurie” are two parts of a cute comedy duo. (To hoover means to vacuum!)
Every time I encounter Stephen Fry, he's doing something different. He's writing a book about Greek gods here, acting in Love and Friendship there, he's delivering a statement against political correctness elsewhere. Hear him out:
He also said this:
We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing – an actor, a writer – I am a person who does things – I write, I act – and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
Maybe it's the freedom-lover in me, but I admire people who follow through on everything they're interested in. These people are smart, interesting, not bound by generic assumptions, willing to be wrong. I love all that in human beings—and I romanticize the hell out of them. I would invite Oliver Sacks, too, if he were still around.
Just kidding. I'll invite Conan O'Brien because I'm one of his a trashy flailing fan girls. To my two friends reading this blog: I just didn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing the answer.