Saturday lunchtime television in the Seventies was a treat.
We’d eagerly await the wrestling on ITV which would have been filmed in a Northern town hall – usually Halifax or Rochdale – and would feature an exotic selection of wrestlers ranging from the masked, mysterious Kendo Nagasaki to the man we loved to hate Giant Haystacks.
The front rows were always populated by old ladies with brollies who used to attache any unfortunate wrestler who fell or was thrown out of the ring.In fact it was the only time we saw Grandma animated when the wrestling was on television. She’s shout and curse at the bad guys which was most out of character. It was old fashioned fun and nonsense for another generation.
The posters looked great too.