A long time ago, in a cinema far far away, a film called Star Wars was released... It totally captured my imagination at the time and remains, some 35 years to the day since its release, one of my all-time favourite movies.
If my memory serves me right, I went to see it seven times at the
pictures (that’s a lot of Revels...) Lord (Vader) knows how many times I’ve watched the film since... on video and DVD... and I reckon much of the script is ingrained in my mind (within which the Force remains strong...).
There’s no real point going over the events of one of cinema’s greatest ever box office successes, whether or not the film is your cup of tea, I’m sure pretty much everyone will be able to name some, most, or all of the main protagonists so I will digress... but keep the theme...
During Christmas 1984, I was working in a well-known department store in York... briefly as it turned out. I was interviewed, hired, given a permanent job, then told it was actually temporary and “fired”within the space of a few
months – as were a significant number of others who saw the words “Full-time, permanent” in the job advert and didn’t have the foresight to realise that the company concerned (which I won’t name... actually I will... Fenwicks...)
actually meant “disposable casual labour.”
Not that I’m bitter...
One of my “jobs” was to build models of some of the craft that had featured in the recently-released Return of the Jedi... and trust me I could create a bloody good Millennium Falcon...
Even the boss was impressed... “Well you have done... fired will you be...”
We stocked all the Star Wars figures... some were distictly more popular than others... “sell out quickly of Yoda you will... order stocks you must... hmmm... profit must we make...”
This is going really badly isn’t it...
Anyway, I vividly remember some spotty kid desperately searching for Princess Leia... but the shelf was bare. He did ask... and I said we had none left... lying I was... We had a box literally brimming with intergalactic royalty in the store cupboard, less than two minutes away (if I used my hyper-drive), but in my opinion there was a more pressing need for him to blow some cash on a tube of “Oxy-10” for his acne-ridden face...
Sorry, but it’s a harsh universe out there...
Alas, time moves on and my youthful pre-teenage frame has turned into Obese Wan Kenobi... but today belongs to those who bravely fought the Empire all those years ago and even though he wasn’t in the original film (contractual
dispute I had, sign on dotted line I would not...) I’ll leave the last word to my old buddy...
“Comment you should... make old Jedi friend very happy you will...”
All my own work... almost.