Diary hopes there's some serious revision of tactics going on over
at GBH Communications, the PR firm which oversaw the opening night of a
new London nightclub, 10 Covent Garden last week.
Among the selected celebs invited by GBH to celebrate the opening was
the positively man-mountain of a world boxing champ Lennox Lewis, and
his posse of heavies.
However, not all in the hall were aware of his greatness - especially
one foxy female celeb seeker, whose sublime sexiness was leaving most
men present gaga, including Len.
He made a beeline for her, and leaning down several feet to her petite
ear, the champ asked as sweetly as a heavyweight boxer can: 'What's your
Taking one step back, cocking her head and deftly picking her spot, the
sexy obliterator of boxing cool let fly with a stinging knockout: 'Who
WHAM! Lennox never saw that stealthy uppercut coming. Stunned, he again
asked her name, this time with a follow-up smile that implied: 'It's me!
Len. Lenny. Lennox Lewis.'
But the dainty contender must have been ducking all media since birth,
for she again enquired: 'Sorry, who are you?'
BIFF! Lennox was now on the ropes nursing his cauliflowered ego, and a
bout of phoney smiles and awkward smalltalk followed until his henchmen
threw in the towel.
Perhaps GBH should print programmes highlighting the stars on show with
photos ... 'Celeb number two is 'A list' boxing champ Lennox Lewis.
That's a name you should know'. DING! DING!