Personally I only really became interested around the mid seventies at the tender age of around 13. Before that my Dad was always a big fan and like most houses throughout the sixties and seventies it was always on the telly at 4.00 on a Saturday and I was vaguely aware of it but never really took notice. I then slowly started taking an interest in the bloke with a mask and a sword who had a special something about him that caught my imagination but I had no interest in the others. Then one day my dad asked if I fancied going to Croydon (Fairfield halls) to see this Kendo bloke I liked so much? we went to see him fight Prince Kumali and that was it I was hooked! I was always a fan of the bad guys for some reason and got myself into trouble a few times by cheering for the likes of Jim Breaks, Brian Maxine, Dave Finley and my all time two favorites Kendo and Mark Rocco. Fairfield had a large dining area where you'd see loads of wrestlers before the show and I remember collecting autographs and chatting to them. Those were great times but a few years later it all started to change and lost its edge, The Big Daddy circus had come to town and that was it for me. I guess I was a bit of a latecomer and I missed seeing a lot of the greats from before. I never got to see the great Adrian Street or even Les Kellet and that's a shame. I tried to become a wrestler and trained with Lee Bronson for a while but a shoulder injury put an end to that and I had a career in music instead.
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I was hooked from the time I first saw wrestling on TV. I distinctly recall seeing Dropkick Johnny Peters winning by a k o and Ishka Kahn defeating Johnny Yearsley. I think my first live visit was watching Jack Pye v Ian Campbell at Morecambe - the bout finishing in a veritable bloodbath.