Amazing where you bump into these celebrities. A couple of months ago I was in Skegness, a small Scottish town, sitting in an Italian restaurant. As I studied the menu, who should come barging through the doors but Mike Tyson along with two burly minders. Luckily I had my camera and I got a picture of him storming in as you can see below:
http://www.gupistan.com/gallery/1/Tyson.jpg
Anyway, when he spotted me he he waddled over and plonked himself down at my table with his goons sat at either side.
“Good Evening Misther Exthweem..” he lisped in his famously high-pitched voice, “…I wead Gupthup wegularly and I mutht thay that, I am one of your biggetht fans” he sputtered before breaking out into a broad gold-toothed smile.
“That’s very nice..” I said, a little uncertainly, “..I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“It’s me - Mike Tython” he replied, “..the famouthh Heavyweight Boxthing Champion and notowiouth thhelebwity”
“I see..” I said, wiping away the flecks of spittle that had landed on my lapels when he spoke excitedly. “Well, Matt, it’s nice to meet you” I said.
“The pweasure’s all mine, Mithter Exthtweem Thir”, he rasped, “perhapth you could thign my autogwaph book before you leave, if it wouldn’t be too much inconveniunth?”
“ok..” I replied, “but why don’t we finish eating first? Would you like anyhting?”
“A thtwawbewwy Thundae would be nithe” he beamed.
and that’s the story of how I met Mike Tyson and found out who he was. After I payed the bill, he wanted me to give him my address so he could send remunarate me, but after the Hrithik episode I declined and told him it was on me. A fine, if slightly odd fellow I would say.
