I normally dislike the postman as he brings us bills, today he's in my Great and Good books as he delivered a parcel from pal and blogfather, Mark Cardwell. It contained The Wrestling by Simon Garfield which looks like an utterly fantastic childhood shattering account of the wrestling I grew up loving on saturday morning telly as a nipper. I never remember Jimmy 'Fix it' Savile being a wrestler? (though lost his first 37 fights apparently)
Also, I couldn't help but continue dreaming of a Star Wars wrestling movie, normal service should resume.