and wrestling. I happened upon this old photograph today. Until then I’d forgotten about the time we were challenged by mexican wrestlers behind the main stage at the Reading festival last year. Generally not a band to miss out on a once in a life time chance like this i became “bad sock” for the afternoon.
Nobby Martin looks rather excited in the background there doesn’t he. Maybe he is relishing the thought of my imminent slam down onto the hard grass. Maybe he s had a couple of drinks or something. Perhaps he is slightly innebreiated and has already broken the rules of wrestling stagecraft by going off the plan in his earlier blood soaked doubles bout and encouraged these fellas to show us who the bosses are. Either way I am about to die unless this masked man passes out from inhaling the potent power of my sock hands soon. They really were potent weapons those gig socks, and had to be burned at the end of the festival season.
To be fair they were great lads the wrestlers, and they didn’t hurt us much. It was probably only a similar level of danger to being almost glassed by a geordie in a bear costume. Maybe safer.
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