Crazy Bones Wall of Death sign — outdoor display
Gallery — One of a Kind

Crazy Bones
Wall of Death

£395

Step right up. A piece that refuses to behave quietly on a wall — hand sign-written in the grand tradition of the travelling fairground and absolutely not sorry about it.

Construction
Solid wood, varnished
Lettering
Traditional hand sign-writing
Weight
13.5 kg / 30 lbs of pure character
Price
£395 — Unique piece

Chills and Spills.
No refunds.

The Wall of Death was exactly what it claimed to be. A circular wooden drum, perhaps thirty feet across, and a motorcycle rider — usually someone with a nickname that suggested they had made their peace with mortality — circling the inside walls at speed, held up by nothing but centrifugal force and an apparent indifference to self-preservation. Crowds paid to watch. They were rarely disappointed.

Crazy Bones was one of those riders. Or rather, he is the kind of rider who absolutely would have existed — fearsome nickname, grinning skull painted on the fuel tank, “13” worn as a badge of honour rather than a warning. Leigh Kelsey invented him, in the way that all the best fairground characters were invented: with bravado, a sense of theatre and complete commitment to the bit.

The backboard is Leigh’s own work — multiple planks jointed and crafted by hand, because a single piece of wood this size is a rarity and this sign deserved something better than a sheet of plywood. It is, in fact, exactly how the original Wall of Death boards were constructed: solid, built to travel, built to last. One might almost imagine that when a Wall of Death finally came to the end of its days — the crowds gone, the riders moved on, the drum dismantled — Leigh was there to salvage the timber. The bones of one wall, reborn as another.

Every letter has been applied by hand using traditional sign-writing techniques, the kind that take forty years to acquire. The skeleton leaning over the handlebars, the bone borders, the “Chills and Spills!” in yellow script below — all of it painted. None of it printed. This is the real craft, done properly.

It is brutally heavy, unapologetically loud and guaranteed to start a conversation. Quite a lot like the Wall of Death itself, in fact.

Crazy Bones Wall of Death — full front display Crazy Bones skeleton and hand sign-writing detail

The Details

  • ConstructionSolid wood backboard, hand-crafted by the artist from jointed planks — fully varnished
  • Size78 × 115 cm / 31″ × 45″
  • Thickness3 cm / 1½”
  • Weight13.5 kg / 30 lbs
  • LetteringTraditional hand sign-writing throughout — no vinyl, no shortcuts
  • FixingWall-mount brackets fitted top and bottom

On the Craft

The backboard is Leigh’s own construction — multiple solid wood planks jointed by hand, because a single piece this size simply doesn’t exist. The result is exactly how the great fairground signs were always built: in sections, solid, made to endure. The whole thing has been varnished to a finish that will last decades.

Every element of the painted surface has been applied by hand — the skeleton, the bone borders, the bold block lettering, the “Chills and Spills!” script. Leigh has forty years of sign-writing experience and it shows in every line. This is not a reproduction of a fairground sign. It is a fairground sign, made the way fairground signs were always made.

On Delivery

At 13.5 kg this is a serious piece of wood and deserves to be treated accordingly. Courier delivery is available for a fee — though watching a delivery driver wrestle thirty pounds of skeleton-themed carnival history up your driveway would be entertainment in itself. Alternatively, personal delivery by the artist may be possible depending on location. A road trip with a grinning skull riding shotgun is, it turns out, exactly the kind of thing Leigh is prepared to do.

More Fairground & Racing

More of a funny signs person? Try Paintshop & Bodyshop or Dusty Bodgers.

One piece. No replicas.

£395

Courier delivery available for a fee, or personal delivery by the artist may be possible. Just ask — we don’t bite. Crazy Bones might, but we don’t.

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