KNOW WHAT I MEAN HARRY
I was asked to go along to a charity event at the Hilton in Glasgow, to film a sportsman’s dinner in aid of Erskine Hospital. The guest of honour being none other than the great Frank Bruno, This giant of a man was such a gentleman and very amusing indeed, for all day I had been saying to myself, “Maria, do not say the words, Know what I mean Harry”. Over and over, so I had it in my head not to utter the words that this man has probably hears a million times before.
So there I was all ready to rock and roll, I decided to go back into the little room where mine and my fellow photographer Robert’s gear was located, and as I neared the door I heard those rich bassy tones of Frank’s voice, I went in and he was sitting at the end of the table signing boxing gloves, I picked up my batteries, turned to Frank and asked if he minded me filming him, he was happy to let me do so, he asked my name and I told him, he grinned and said he would like to call me Miss Bailey, we laughed and I said that’s cool I want to call you Dave, he chortled and said you can call me Harry if you like, did he know my little secret chant of not mentioning Harry, who knows, probably not, but the moment was there and it made me giggle.
So that’s me and Frank sharing a great big cuddle, it was a pleasure to meet him, real nice guy.
