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A Wrestler In a Dress

Sitting at the keybored symbols mired in my head, lacking inspiration, filled with exasperation, I think that I'll just crawl on back to bed. Images of castles and damsels in distress are not forthcoming, would be quite becoming, right now I'd take a wrestler in a dress. A wrestler in a dress, now THERE'S an image, something to pique my poor beleaguered brain! he sports a tutu quite delectable, not at all prim and respectable, and not at all neglectable, I'm finally on a roll!

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Jan Allison

Date: 1/8/2016 1:19:00 PM

Hilarious write Keith - Gee I nearly lost my cup of tea over the keyboard reading this - I used to go and watch the wrestling as a kid in the days of big daddy, giant haystacks etc - just the thought of them in a dress had me in hysterics!:-) hugs Jan xxx

Jan Allison
Date: 1/8/2016 1:41:00 PM

Derby Swimming baths used to stage the shows - gosh that is many many years ago - my dad used to love watching the wrestling on the TV so I guess we grew up with it:-) hugs jan xx

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 1/8/2016 1:25:00 PM

Thanks Jan! I too watched wrestling as a child... loved it!