They had wrestling and boxing at the Viccy Baths – they used to put boards over it. Me father, Kid Wesson, was a professional boxer and me brother was a good amateur. Me dad boxed there from about 1928 to 1936. We used to talk about it when we were kids, and he said you didn’t used to get a purse then unless it was a big fight. People used to throw money in the ring, and the two boxers used to be scrambling on their hands and knees to get it.
The wrestler Maurice Tillet fought down the Baths – he was known as the French Angel. His head was freakishly large and I remember one bloke saying, “Look at that! If that’s an angel, I’m not going to heaven!” There would be six or eight bouts per night, but it was all a con – if they’d gone on like they should’ve done, no one would have got out of the baths until gone midnight. They always managed to get the last fight finished so that they could get a round of drinks in before closing – in them days pubs would stop serving at ten.