So, Angela, what's for dinner?
Anolini (stuffed pasta with veal and beef in light chicken stock) - a dish my grandmother used to make, so it's pure Italian comfort food; spinach and potato cake (real cuccina rustica); veal with light breadcrumbs and cooked in olive oil; and ice-cream and cheese - Italian, of course.
What would you drink as an aperitif?
Martini Bianca - a traditional Essex girl's drink.
Where would we find you?
Outside. Either in Ireland - the Beara Peninsula or Donegal in the north - or on the beach in Italy, preferably near the Amalfi Coast.
And what would you wear - whites or civvies?
Definitely civvies - I'd dress up and even wear my nail extensions.
Who would do the cooking?
Gordon Ramsay or, if dreams were possible, my grandmother, who passed away a few years ago - her food was better than Gordon's!
Who would be invited?
Purely family - difficult to narrow down, as I have a very large family and would hate to exclude anyone. Anyway, here goes: my mother, my two sisters, my brother, sister-in-law, nephew, three cousins, two uncles, and, if they were still with us today, my father and grandmother.
What music would you choose?
I'd ask Blur to play their first and second albums - not least for the fact that I fancy the lead singer, Damon Albarn.
Which flowers would you have on the table?
Irises, preferably white. No real reason, they're simple and beautiful.
Who would you have as your after-dinner speaker?
Bill Clinton - I have a lot of respect for him. He's a very good speaker - it's just a shame he couldn't behave better with regards to his private life.
What type of coffee and tea would you serve?
Espresso coffee, English breakfast and herbal teas.
What petits fours would you serve?
Chocolates from Gerrards, and Atelier du Chocolat in Sloane Street, London.
Which of your dishes would you like to be remembered for?
Tomato terrine.