Not the least remarkable fact to state about the wrestler known as Big Daddy is that his real name was Shirley Crabtree. He could thank his father, also Shirley, for this. “’E thought it were character-building,” said another son, Max. In this he served as a prototype — but certainly unrecognised as such — for the father of the Boy Named Sue in the famous Johnny Cash song. Whether the adult Shirley exacted a similarly bloody revenge on pop is not known.

Almost certainly not. Had he done so it would have been mentioned in Brian Mitchell and Joseph Nixon’s comprehensive and highly entertaining play Big Daddy Vs. Giant Haystacks. The well-written two-hander, the winner of this year’s Buxton Festival Fringe award for best theatre production, visited Great Milton last Friday under the Good Night Out scheme backed by a number of local authorities.

The gentlefolk of this pretty village, assembled in the Neighbourhood Hall bang next door to Le Manoir aux Quat’ Saisons, will doubtless have learned from the evening more than they previously knew — more perhaps than they really wanted to know — about the seedy world, as it was seen to be, of professional grappling.

Our guide was the aforementioned Max (David Mountfield), a Mr Big of the ‘sport’, as nobody in the know ever thought it was.

As its chief promoter, he both invented and exploited his brother’s small-screen persona. Cleverly Big Daddy (Ross Gurney-Randall) was built, though good works, especially where dying children were concerned, into a ‘blue eye’, having previously been a ‘tweener’. His regular opponent meanwhile, the towering Giant Haystacks (Mountfield, again), was a ‘heel’. The three categories of fighter hardly require explanation.

Between them, the two actors gave us a fine gallery of characters, including Gurney-Randall’s spot-on Paul McCartney with whom, bizarrely, Giant Haystacks once collaborated.

The night was great fun (and a nice social occasion).

More please.