When I was a boy wrestling was on television on Saturday afternoons.
There were many wrestlers but the meat of the matter was made Big Daddy and
Giant Haystacks – and there was some meat. Big Daddy had a 64" chest and
Giant Haystacks was 48 stones at his heaviest.
Six foot seven
Big Daddy specialised in the “Daddy Splash”, body block and the scoop slam;
Giant Haystacks specialised in the elbow drop and the standing splash. I’m sure
both specialised in flatulence (all those scrambled eggs and baked beans.)
Big Daddy’s was
called Shirley Crabtree but you wouldn’t make fun of him or he may slam you on
the floor and belly flop onto you into an instant pizza. Giant Haystacks (or
“Stax”) was called Martine Ruane but this brawling grizzly bear masked a devout
church-going Catholic who wouldn’t wrestle on Sundays.
Sadly both
died about the same time, Big Daddy of a heart attack at 67 in 1997 and Stax died
of cancer at 52 the following year - more faces vanishing from a gallery of
familiar faces from childhood days. Giant personalities on screen, giant voids
to fill, giant leotards left unworn. It was a brill Saturday afternoon when
these two were throwing each other about.
So here if a
painting of two hefty wrestlers. This was easy to paint but the dib dib dib of faces
of the crowd was laborious. All went well. Normally paintings go wrong and I
spend most of the time rescuing them but this one was a pleasure to paint.
Bear Gryls and
President Obama seemed to think the painting’s okay to far…
Pointing at
the crowd I’m dabbing in…
Coming
together slowly…
Stuck, about
to drink a bottle of T-Cut…