What's on the menu?
Morston lobster with new potatoes and mayonnaise, followed by rack of spring lamb for the main course, with lots of Norfolk asparagus. Cheese would be my favourite, Vacherin, but it would have to be served with quince cheese. To finish, I'd get our kitchen to make six of my favourite sorbets and ice-creams.
How about a cocktail?
Simon Hopkinson makes the best Bloody Mary, which is renowned at Morston Hall.
The venue?
Difficult choice between Carrow Road (home of Norwich City FC), or a little house called the Watch House, on the spit of land between Cley and Blakeney Point. The only way to get to it is by boat, so having just bought an authentic 22ft crab boat, I'd use that.
Who would we find in the kitchen?
Probably Tom Aikens, as he's a Norfolk boy and was brilliant at Pied à Terre. I'm sure he's going to be fantastic at his own restaurant.
The wine?
A Burgundy from Macon Village Quintaine, Pierrette et Marc Guillemot-Michel for starters, a Beaujolais Château Laverne, St Emilion to follow and Willi Opitz's Scheurebe Eiswein for pudding.
Bread preferences?
Olive, rosemary and shallot bread (the recipe's on page 24 of the Morston Hall cookbook!).
Who would the 12 guests be?
My wife Tracy, my sons Harry and Sam, my father, Tracy's parents, Delia Smith and Michael (great friends), the current Norwich City manager Nigel Worthington and his wife (again, good friends), Viv Richards (the greatest cricketer I've ever seen) and Marco Pierre White, whom I admire enormously.
What about music?
Something by Bob Marley or Gregory Isaacs, for a heavy reggae feel. I'd have Ziggy Marley (Bob's son) to play.
What's the dress code?
This Last Supper would have to be in the summer, so I could be comfortable in shorts and T-shirt with bare feet.
Any critic you'd like to ban at the door?
I don't know if he is still a critic but Tom Jaine, who in our first two months gave us a weird review.
Who would you invite as your after-dinner speaker?
Ian Botham, my all-time hero.
After the meal?
A good quality double espresso, with mini-doughnuts, still warm with plenty of jam. I don't really go for liqueurs, so I'd have a bottle of Taylor's 1970 port all to myself, as I wouldn't have to suffer the hangover.