Well, we had a room full of tables, candles, drinks, nibbles, questions and spectres – characters (together with the odd god, a foetus and death) who were both present and not present as part of our conversations.
Here’s the spectral host lining up in advance of the night….
And we welcomed 20 warm-blooded bodies with drinks in hand who nevertheless could appear as ethereal as the spectres with whom they shared the tables.
Every table had a pile of curly questions and some inquisitive fortune cookies – “what does growth mean in a finite world?”, “Do humans make progress or is that a myth?”, What’s the role of the spiritual in climate change?” Has capitalism run its course?”……
People sat down, picked up curly questions and explored a space of answers with whoever happened to be sitting at the table with them at the time be they human or spectre……
And after a few minutes, a bell rang and everyone moved tables…..
We learned that the pope and Tracy Emin (who unexpectedly shared a table) talked about what they had in common – revelling in upsetting the establishment apparently….
Sometimes, people (although not, as far as we know, the spectres) drew and wrote their responses on the tables. ….
And, when the final bell rang, we all retired to the Tobacco Factory bar and drank and ate and chatted until it was time to collect up the spectres and head for home.
What will happen next time? Impossible to know…..