I keep my eye out for all things Mexican. Anything will do. Just in the hope I’ll get a temporary fix of home. It usually ends in disappointment. Mexican just isn’t Mexican without Mexico. Lucha Britania is on in Bournemouth soon. The word Lucha raised my hopes. Britania sounded dubious. The trasiler just made my heart sink. I mean, for a start….you need a strong stomach and a gimp mask? That isn’t Lucha Libre. For Mexican wrestling you need strong language and a gaggle of outraged old ladies.
And for the love of god, where are the dwarfs in monkey outfits?! You have to have the dwarfs! And if someone has the nerve to tell me the show actually has got dwarfs, then why the hell haven’t they both been murdered by prostitutes in a seedy, rent-by-the-hour Tlalpan hotel room?! Pfft. I’m keeping my money in my pocket. Lucha Britania will have to jog on. There are times when only the genuine article will do.