- Neil Cooper
- 14 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
West Country boy with scabrous memoir
Wil Hodgson is sponsored by Chippenham Athletic Football Club. For now, anyway. Because if the club's camel-coated directors ever make the Edinburgh trek to see the pink-haired chubby-chasing punk-geek tattooed love-boy, he might end up getting a kicking. Hodgson's latest outsider's rant against his less than idyllic home town takes stock of how he got here, from West Country misfit to third division pro wrestler to the most dolefully deadpan of top light-entertainment machine-gun raconteurs.
For an incisive and scabrous observer of a white-trash hamlet where a Roy 'Chubby' Brown show is a rite of passage bonding exercise with your dad, this is pretty much business as usual. Hodgson's subsequent willingness to stand alone, possibly with Bull Mastiff shit on his shoe, makes for a state of the nation address Five documentaries can only dream of. Where Hodgson goes now remains to be seen, although he really should think about reviving his wrestling career. Or maybe just leave town.
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