Wrestler suspended for 30 days after bout which left Lembit hospitalised

Huffington Post has the story and video of the bout last Saturday, and the wrestler himself, Kade Callous, has tweeted of his suspension.

Just consider the stats for a moment. Kade Callous is a trained professional wrestler. He is 25-years-old, 6’6″ and 20 stone in weight (280 lbs). That’s B-I-G and fit.

Lembit Opik is a politician. He is 47-years-old. I would estimate that he is about 5’11” and around 13 stone in weight.

OK, it was a tag match and Lembit had a professional partner.

But there is something very sad, pathetic, even disturbing, about Lembit being pulled over the ropes like a rag doll, and subjected to a “back breaker” and then a body slam, before the medics were called and he was stretchered off to hopsital.

I hope Lembit recovers well from this.

I admire Lembit’s courage to go into the ring, despite it being a silly and misguided adventure.

Not for the first time, I am left scratching my head and thinking:

What on earth does Lembit think he is doing?

Couldn’t he find a safe desk job somewhere?

I found the words of Kade Callous rather chilling:

Lembit is a fame whore who came to my show trying to take my little bit of limelight. He tried to make a fool of me.

How much of a fool would I have looked backing off from this weedy old man. Lembit, you created this situation. This is your fault.

When you knowingly and willingly set foot in the ring I’m going to try to hurt you. I am gonna hurt you. I want to hurt you bad. Not because I’m in any way sadistic. But because that’s what needs to be done.

You are not a wrestler; you are not trained to be a wrestler. You are some D-list celebrity that thinks he can make a quick buck in the world of pro wrestling, I am going to cripple you.

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If we love our monarch so much, why are we so cruel to her?

My parents are around the same age as the Queen and Prince Philip. Indeed, they were married in the same year, 1947.

By further coincidence, my father recently had an illness roughly similar, by the sound of it, to that being suffered by the Duke of Edinburgh, who I wish a speedy recovery. It can come on very suddenly and be rather alarming at first.

If someone had suggested that my mother would have to sit through a pop concert and pretend to enjoy it while my father was in hospital, I would have regarded that as an appalling suggestion.

Yet we expect an 86-year-old woman to sit through the most terrible pile of tosh (which included three American artistes who were under the illusion it was her birthday) while her 91-year-old husband is in hospital as a result of an emergency admission a few hours earlier. Shame on us, I say for devising a system which visits such inhuman stupidity on one family.

That’s not an argument often advanced, but it is one I have always held over the years. It is just ridiculous that we expect one (in general) slightly gormless family to go through all the nonsense they have to go through. We’re just stupid to let it carry on.

That Republican rant over I would say that I still sing the national anthem while standing to attention (as I did last night before the lighting of the beacon at Marhamchurch, Cornwall (see photo above), which I very much enjoyed), although I allow myself my little bit of rebellion by singing “our Queen” rather than “the Queen” because she is ours, we decide to keep her there. That’s my cop out, and one which no doubt get me a pasting from Royalists to whom I say, in advance: “And I love you all”.

By the by, the most brilliant piece of commentary from the weekend was this:

Here come Prince William and the Duchess of Cambridge, walking and talking, something they are very good at.

Indeed!