Chris Eubank may or may not be able to confirm as keynote speaker at my party, but either way I’m glad I had the chance to meet him. And he gave me a lift to the station in his Humvee – cool!
The meeting was set up through a mutual friend, who gave me Chris Eubank’s number and told me to give him a call. Nervous or what?! We had a brief initial chat on the phone, and Chris asked me to call him on Thursday to confirm. On Thursday I couldn’t get through. ‘No, you won’t’, said Mutual Friend. ‘He’s in court. Call him this evening’.
Come the evening, and I was working late at the boatyard installing electrics with Robert Tait from 7E Communications. I rang my mother to find out the verdict. Absolute discharge, but 6 points on his licence and GBP450 costs.
I made the call. ‘I won’t keep you long’, I said, ‘I know you’ve had a trying day.’ Robert cracked up. Oh no, unintentional pun. Doh! Fortunately Mr Eubank didn’t notice my gaffe. We arranged to meet at what turned out to be a very chic hotel in Brighton. He was running late, but left me a message to let me know. I thought famous people reserved the right to turn up offensively late without feeling the need for explanation or apology, so I was impressed.
I’d been going through agonies trying to decide what to wear to meet Britain’s Best Dressed Man, and in the end had to settle for the only outfit that fits after my startlingly successful pre-race podge-up. He turned up immaculate in slacks and tight-fitting t-shirt, still vee-shaped and powerfully toned.
We talked about the party, and he asked a lot of questions about my row. We ended with him saying he wants to help, but needs to check his diary. Then Mr Eubank left the building.
I gathered up my things and followed. His Humvee was still parked outside. I smiled in the general direction of the dark tinted windows. A window glided down. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘The station.’ ‘Would you like a lift?’ WOULD I???!!!
The conversation on the way through Brighton was less formal, more interesting. More Chris Eubank, fighter and philosopher. Just before we parted he recited the code of the warrior, which sounded like a quote but I think was probably his own. I wish I’d had a voice recorder running, because I don’t have it word perfect and I don’t want to misquote him. But anyway, it made me more sure than ever that he’d be the perfect speaker for my party. Really hope he can make it.
Also hope he doesn’t get any more points on his license. Would be a shame to see the Humvee languishing long term in the garage.