My Son: Narcissist

This is just awesome!!


He's started wearing sunglasses inside. I know, right... He’s started wearing sunglasses inside. I know, right…

When I was a child, I used to love watching pro-wrestling. At school on a Monday morning we would talk about what we had seen on the previous Saturday afternoon. Who had hit whom with a chair. What vendettas had progressed. How amazing the high-flying moves looked. And then come break time, we would run around trying to clothesline each other in the playground. I once suplexed Simon Ellis and he had an asthma attack and had to go home.

My friends were all into WCW but for me there was only one organisation that, to my ill-informed eyes at least, got it right.

That was the WWF.

Before the name change. Before women wearing almost no clothes. Before 17-way suspended ladder cage matches in which everything, including the audience, is on fire.

This was a simpler time. A time of two men pretending…

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