This is the moment everyone at the Spirit Conference Centre in Slough has been waiting for.
The lights in the main hall are dimmed. The satin tented ceiling is glowing.
The 600 dinner guests have finally stopped moaning about the revolting purple ‘welcome cocktail’ and are gathered round the double doors, all of a jitter.
‘He’s about to make his grand entrance, guys.
Don’t miss it — the entrance is brilliant!’ shouts a man called Carl in a ruffled shirt undone almost to his waist. ‘Mike Tyson, ladies and gentleman — the former undisputed heavyweight champion of the world!’
And with that, O Fortuna from Carmina Burana (the rousing music from the Old Spice adverts) blasts so loudly the plastic beer glasses start bobbing about on the bar and everyone starts screaming. Read Here
The lights in the main hall are dimmed. The satin tented ceiling is glowing.
The 600 dinner guests have finally stopped moaning about the revolting purple ‘welcome cocktail’ and are gathered round the double doors, all of a jitter.
‘He’s about to make his grand entrance, guys.
Don’t miss it — the entrance is brilliant!’ shouts a man called Carl in a ruffled shirt undone almost to his waist. ‘Mike Tyson, ladies and gentleman — the former undisputed heavyweight champion of the world!’
And with that, O Fortuna from Carmina Burana (the rousing music from the Old Spice adverts) blasts so loudly the plastic beer glasses start bobbing about on the bar and everyone starts screaming. Read Here
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