You remind me of Bartley Gorman with some of the stuff you come out with![]()
Hah, I loved reading that book.![]()

*Chored from Wiki for those that don't know the King of Gypsys*
Born in 1944, the son of Samuel and Katy Gorman, the family moved from their original home in Wales to Bedworth near Coventry, England, in order for the children to attend school. They made their home in Warner's Yard, a travellers' site next to the Queen's Head pub in Newtown Road. His Father was a religious law-abiding man who did not fight, however fighting was in his gypsy heritage, of which he was very proud. His great-grandfather, Boxing Bartley, was an Irish bareknuckle champion in the 19th century, and his grandfather, Bulldog Bartley, was also another unbeaten bareknuckle boxer. He attended the St Francis of Assisi School in Bedworth, followed by the Nicholas Chamberlaine Secondary School.
The red-haired Bartley was only nine years old when he first witnessed the misery that violence brings. Bartley saw his passive and well respected uncle killed before his very eyes by one punch thrown by a rogue showman on Boxing Day 1953. The family were attending the wedding reception of his aunt at the Three Horseshoes pub, Foleshill, Coventry. The tragic event was caused purely because the fairground operator had his drink spilt.
Bartley felt compelled by the weight of his own violent family history to fight and suffer pain as a bareknuckle boxer. It came naturally to him, starting with playground tussles, turning into after-school scraps. Eventually he gained proper training at Bedworth Labour Club, with a string of schoolboy amateur fights, including some for his secondary school. In some ways he felt the natural successor to his fighting ancestors.
After leaving school Bartley continued fighting bareknuckle. The many tales of brutal fights at fairs and race-courses, in car parks, pubs or quarries fill the majority of his biography, King Of The Gypsies. Anywhere travelling men met, argued and brawled, he was there, and he was unbeaten. Prize fights would be organised in a variety of locations, in order to avoid police intervention, including one at the bottom of a mine shaft in Derbyshire. Although fellow travellers gambled thousands of pounds on his fights, Bartley prided himself on boxing for honour.