I needed to stop everything, to talk about Carrie fisher just for a moment…
When I was a little boy, to find anything remotely ‘doll like’ in my toy box was about as impossible as finding a performer for Donald Trump’s inauguration.
My father was bringing me up to be a man’s man, and by the time I was five years old, and the time had already begun for me to start my boxing training.
Evil Lyn had been thrown out of the car window way back, and what had been left of my He Man toys, were now being eased out of my clutches for a pair of Man sized boxing gloves.
One day, brought home a very good pirate copy of The Star Wars Trilogy for me and my sister. I distinctly remember my mum making us watch it, by assuring us that the emperor was actually the Witch from Snow White, and yes, I still expect Ian McDiarmid to pull a basket of poison apples out from behind his chair every time I see that movie. Back then we couldn’t care less what order we watched them in, in fact, I’m quite sure we skipped Empire Strikes back every time, because we though it was a bit lacking… (I KNOW, we were kids, and kids are obviously stupid). My sister, while mildly amused could give two shits about anything but Michael Jackson at this time in our lives, but these movies became my everything.
