My mate Pat Roach lived on the cut near me in Little Venice.
He had a jacuzzi on his boat, I kid you not.
Pat
He's the muscle bound nazi that gets chopped upped whilst fighting Indy.
Funny bugger he had the 1st brick phone in the pub and owned a scrapyard upt'north.
When I was a kid I used to get soft drinks for the wrestling audience and collect the empties
down at the Corn Exchange, I knew all the wrestlers of the day had all their autographs.
I once introduced my Dad, a right (saturday afternoon) wrestling fan, to Tibor Szakacs whilst strolling along
the Ramblas down in Sitges..
From Jackie Palow to Mick Mc Manus, they all needed soft drinks....at a price..
Tibor
And now and again they had gypsy bare knuckle boxing the earnings were good but
the boxing was total b*ll*cks...
Ps: The brandy buttered xmas pudding and cream is also the b****** Happy New Year one and all...
brutus
