Look at Hulk Hogan. His very essence is to be a ridiculous cod-sportsman with the body of a racehorse – only if you extracted every bit of fluid out of it and then painted back on over the remaining, withered sinew.

Oh, and let us not forget the torn vests and bleached Mexican moustachio. How on Earth could we forget those? He’s like a 4 year old’s drawing of Frank Zappa in reverse.

Bizarrely, Hogan has found a woman to marry him. Imagine being married to Hulk Hogan. Imagine wandering into the bathroom to find his naked, gristly flaccid body hunched over the footspa while he mutters to himself about Macho Man Randy Savage.