๐Ÿ’ชโœจ From Coal Dust to Wrestling Stardust: Adrian Street, the “Sadist in Sequins,” Bids Adieu at 82 ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’”

TL;DR; Adrian Street, a ground-breaking Welsh wrestler who traded coalmines for the limelight and glamour of the wrestling ring, is no more. Remembered for his androgynous style, epic tussles, and for shaping the look of glam rock, Streetโ€™s life was a story of metamorphosis.

In a world where most stick to the ‘usual’, how many of us would ditch the coal-streaked safety of family tradition for the glaring lights and spandex of the wrestling ring? ๐Ÿค” Well, Adrian Street did just that. Raised in Brynmawr, Street threw the shovel, embraced the spotlight, and went on to participate in more than 12,000 fights. And not just against your regular Joes! Remember that time he, ahem, “gently rearranged” Jimmy Savile in the ring? ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Trading the dark mines of Wales for London’s wrestling scene in the 1950s, he wasn’t just any wrestler. He was the bad guy, the heel, mastering the art of riling up the crowds not just with his moves but with his style too. A style that screamed loud, clear, and feather boaed! ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŽค Ever seen a wrestler wearing lipstick, sporting eye-popping dyed hair, and waving a feather boa like a weapon? That’s Adrian Street for you, and he didn’t stop there. His flashy, flamboyant style even sowed the early seeds of glam rock. Rock on, Street! ๐Ÿค˜

After lighting up the British wrestling scene, he set out for sunnier shores, Florida, to be precise. But not for retirement, no sir! He started a wrestling academy, passing on his knowledge and perhaps a few makeup tips. ๐Ÿ˜‰ But as life has its way of coming full circle, Street returned to the Welsh valleys in his later years, reminiscing the past, and writing a series of autobiographies, playfully dubbing himself as the โ€œsadist in sequinsโ€ and โ€œmerchant of menace.โ€ How many can claim such flamboyant titles, eh?

His departure from this world on 24th July in Cwmbran came after a recent brain surgery. But as his wife, Linda, another wrestling connoisseur, put it, the man behind the glam and glitz was โ€œthe kindest, most lovely and loving manโ€ she’s ever known. A contrast to the ring, perhaps? ๐ŸŽญ

Street’s life even caught the eyes of Turner prize-winning artist, Jeremy Deller, who was enchanted after chancing upon a photograph of Street and his coalminer dad from the 70s. An image, he believes, encapsulates Britain’s seismic shift from industry to entertainment. Indeed, Street was not just a wrestler but an embodiment of a nation in flux.

Yet, beyond the glamour, the fights, and the boas, lies the eternal question: Would Adrian Street, with his audacity and androgynous appeal, have thrived in today’s world of influencer culture and viral stardom? Would he have been an Instagram sensation, breaking not just bones, but also the internet? ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ’ญ

And most importantly, in a world that often champions conformity, how will we remember Adrian Street โ€“ as a rebel, a trailblazer, or simply, unforgettable? ๐ŸŒŸ What say you?