Funny, I had just about consigned it all to the furthest corners of my memory. I was talking to Hack today and said: "When Catweazle was locking up with Kirkwood, well, I didn't need to watch the action. I knew it off by heart. But there was so much else to be doing. Some knowledgeable fellow fans to talk to, exchange news of different venues,, preparing autograph-hunting material, looking out for autograph opportunities, and keeping out of sight at the back. I never sat at the front to avoid being told to SIT DOWN as I darted all over the place. At the back you could also mingle with others who were also keeping out of site. Mrs Kwango was a regular I sat next to, she winced through every throw and breathed a huge sigh of relief at the end of every bout. And Lady Z, as described above, also lurked at the back. If my prey was autographs, hers was more of a bloodsport type!"
Nostalgia and memories are a great thing. I wonder what happened to "Lady Z", and all the others you mention. Same for me, wonder where all those other lads ended up who were at the Wrestling. I replaced one crowd, with another, in the late 70's, with the arrival of punk and I was soon at gigs every week.
I will occasionally spot people from that era (music/gigs/night clubs), in fact I saw a bloke last week, from a distance, who was from that late 70's, early 80's era.
The Wrestling crowd, I don't think I ever saw them after those days. They will all be grown up, married, possibly even grand parents now.
I wonder if any of them ever read this forum and re-live those days.
Funny, I had just about consigned it all to the furthest corners of my memory. I was talking to Hack today and said: "When Catweazle was locking up with Kirkwood, well, I didn't need to watch the action. I knew it off by heart. But there was so much else to be doing. Some knowledgeable fellow fans to talk to, exchange news of different venues,, preparing autograph-hunting material, looking out for autograph opportunities, and keeping out of sight at the back. I never sat at the front to avoid being told to SIT DOWN as I darted all over the place. At the back you could also mingle with others who were also keeping out of site. Mrs Kwango was a regular I sat next to, she winced through every throw and breathed a huge sigh of relief at the end of every bout. And Lady Z, as described above, also lurked at the back. If my prey was autographs, hers was more of a bloodsport type!"