My bedroom is important. It is my sanctuary, a place to hatch plots, to discuss matters of great importance with the Feckers, and a nest in which to escape from the world.
It has been likened to a Persian brothel and although not quite used for that purpose I would, if truth be known, like to entertain all sorts of people in my bed.
Oh, calm down, not that sort of entertaining. I'm talking about non-sexual bedmates, those that make those lists that we all make of who we would invite for dinner. However, I don't want them to come for dinner, I want them to pop into my boudoir for tea and toast and they could tell me all the answers to those important little questions I have been wanting to ask. They could also delight me with their anecdotes, poetry, chat to me about their art and ask my advice on all manner of things. Heh.
So here they are - my (nearly) non-sexual bedlist......
1. Oscar Wilde
2. Mother Teresa
3. Kevin Spacey
4. W.B Yeats
5. Judi Dench
6. Maya Angelou
7. Jack Nicholson
8. Kurt Jackson
9. Peter O'Toole
10. Mrs Doyle (Father Ted)
I also have a secret list of blogger bedmates, but I fear I would need a rather large bed!