Friday, 5 April 2013

World of Sport

Way back when Britain only had three TV stations, Saturday afternoons used to mean Grandstand or World of Sport. The BBCs Grandstand always meant an interesting presenter, several of whom entered the M&C pantheon of pop culture: the master of the verbal gaffe/non sequitur David Coleman, the oddly named and recently deceased Tony Gubba, BDSM freak Frank "Call Me Daddy" Bough or Unnman-Wittering's spiritual advisor David Icke.

ITVs World of Sport meant only one thing: Dickie Davies. Ron Burgundy avant la lettre, this man single-handedly held the afternoon's events together from the opening titles through to to Final Score and the Football Pools forecast.

Wrestling was the main draw and I would sit with my granny watching oversize men going through the athletic charades, bouncing each other around the ring until they got the nod and the bout went the way the bookies intended. Big Daddy and Kendo Nagasaki were kings, Giant Haystacks and Catweazle merely the also-rans.

Anyway, my nostalgia was recently 'aroused' by a few pics I stumbled across during some important internet research in the small hours, featuring British women wrestlers from the 70s-80s. I never saw any of this as a youth and can't help thinking how different my Saturday afternoons might have been in the company of Viv Martell, Naughty Nancy and Rusty Blair.

Viv Martell


The thighs have it

Naughty Nancy. She may have been on Top of the Pops.

Scotland's Rusty Blair. Jings!

Rusty in action. In Welsh! Don't say we never give you anything.

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