My friend Will took up wrestling last year and became, like, a buff version of Will. It's weird. Will and I are very much "made from the same basic template" -- small, boyish, bespectacled -- and it's like looking into a funhouse mirror or getting a glimpse into a Twilight Zone universe where I went to the gym a couple of times in my 30 years of existence.
Like, he got into it. He joined the London School of Lucha Libre and made a character, a posh dickhead, name of Tarquin, and he got into a ring with other people in it to fight them. This was last weekend. A bunch of us went along to support him, by which I mean: we came up with obnoxious chants with which to heckle him.
Tarquin has his own Twitter account.