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    From the Isle of Wight? Then no, it's not coming to a cinema near you.

    From the Isle of Wight? Then no, it’s not coming to a cinema near you.

    There are some childhood rites of passage that never made it to the Isle of Wight in the ’80s. Although we did have a Wimpy restaurant, it speaks volumes about the beautiful (ish) island I once called home, that the Wimpy is still there. Is your childhood Wimpy still there? Thought not.

    I went to the cinema once as a child, to see Michael Jackson’s Thriller. I remember announcing I didn’t want to go, being told I had to, then falling in love with Michael Jackson. By the time I was a teenager I’d ditched MJ in favour of Keanu Reeves, who after a few years muddling along with a pot belly, is hot again, so I win the long game. #NeverForgetKeanu

    Graffiti Retro Rocket Ship, Brick Lane, London
    A deprived childhood spent counting the dead cuttlefish washing up on the shores of the island (obvs I’m exaggerating my way to the point – my childhood was totes middle class) led me to spend my adult life failing miserably at the pop culture round of pub quizzes (alright, and the history round. And the geography round. Why was there never a dead cuttlefish round? I’d have smashed that) because I’d never seen Gremlins, the Goonies or Star Wars, the iconic films my mainland-brethren had grown up on.

    Even the Star Wars prequels, churned out while I was STUDYING FILM at university, passed me by. My best mate was a Star Wars nut and went to the Guildford Odeon to watch The Phantom Menace with his face painted like Darth Maul, lightsaber in hand. Sometimes he’d say sentences back to front like Yoda, and while I’d had enough societal osmosis to know he was ‘doing Yoda’ I still never considered actually watching what was now a six film series. They’re films for boys and man-boys like my best friend, I concluded. Now leave me in peace while I study* Citizen Kane, damn you!

    *study would be a strong, loaded word for my three year, £12,000 university stint.

    My husband was similarly passionate, cluttering up our home with Star Wars memorabilia I neither understood nor liked. We battled over whether the postman would rather see a pretty little windowsill flowerpot, perhaps containing a sweet-smelling hyacinth in bloom, or a foreboding ‘toy’ with one arm outstretched ominously.


    “No, Pat, I am your father.”

    The toy won. Window Vader accrued many a compliment from many a postman, but it all went over my head at warp speed.
    Star Wars
    Der, der, der der der der der… der der der der der, der der der deeeeeeeerrrrrrr.

    You can see where this is going. With the Force Awakens set to hit cinemas, Gaz insisted my initiation into the Star Wars world was long overdue and thus, we set about watching the films in this order: 456, 123.

    Well hello Star Wars universe! So this is what a gazillion fans are banging on about. I loved the endless intergalactic possibilities and, holding the entire ensemble together (in my humble opinion) my absolute fave character, Artoo. That’s R2D2 to you.


    So cuddly!

    I’d gone from not really understanding why two grown adults had to have a Darth Vader toy in the window, to begging my husband to get me an Artoo for Christmas. What a hero! (R2D2, but also my husband, for as you can see, he delivered.)

    R2D2 saves the day repetitively and thanklessly, as the humans are soon on to their next mission without ever taking a moment to praise the little dude who just beeped and whizzed and oooooo cuddles!

    I won’t waste your time surmising my thoughts on the disaster that was the prequels, for we are all in agreement. In short, what the shit happened there? But in salvage, I did think Episode 3 gave Anakin a satisfactorily dark transformation into Vader.

    Gaz’s birthday fell just a few days after the premier and, as if he was seven years old all over again, his birthday had a Star Wars theme. He opened a smorgasbord of Star Wars related tat presents, including but not limited to: a Star Wars mug, a Star Wars t-shirt, Star Wars chocolate and this Star Wars print (available here because I know you want it too):


    We were in a coffee shop at the time and as perfectly timed as if I’d actually orchestrated it, the barista only went and did this to our coffee:
    Star Wars coffee

    I almost kissed him.


    Fully up to speed on the space opera, I was by my husband’s excited side for his ultimate birthday treat, a cinematic showcase of the Force Awakens in glorious technicolour and 3D. A BB8 for the new generation (hands off R2, he’s mine) a Kylo Ren more complex and sinister than even Darth himself, and a husband so swept up in fandom (coupled with a massive crush on Rey and a minor crush on Ren) he actually went to the cinema TWICE.

    I haven’t seen a film twice since I spent an entire summer watching Grease on repeat, while trying to fold my chin into a bum-chin like John Travolta’s. That’s what happens to children starved of popular culture. When they do finally get to see the films everyone else loves, they try and acquire a bum-chin.

    Stopping just short of trying to turn myself into a droid, I am a newly converted megafan. Slow to arrive, I was. Here for life, I am.


6 Responses to Yoda One For Me

  • Amy wrote on January 15, 2016 at 10:00 //

    LOVE it! Is now the time to admit I have never watched any of them either….?

  • Denise wrote on January 15, 2016 at 10:25 //

    Thank goodness you are back.  2016 Fridays to look forward to once again.  GJ went on about star wars so much we are going to see it
    a) to see what the heck you two were on about sat in the back of the car glorifying this latest film after GJ had watched it for second time
    b) for your f in l to see the bits he slept through. (He always has to watch a film at least 3 times to see it all )
    Welcome back my favourite Blogger of all time
    X x x x

  • Dave wrote on January 15, 2016 at 2:34 //

    Love the title! Your childhood sounds awful, stuck outside in all that fresh air , at one with nature ! Terrible parents ha. Like your husband and many others I spent my younger years watching Star Wars and pretending to be like all the cool characters (except for jabba , he was sadly looking back saved for the fat kid in the gang) . They produced the dribble of 3 movies later on where the dark side really did go the dark side producing shit characters and stealing normally great actors (Ewan mcgregor) of there acting ability, who looked liked he played the role with a lightsaber up his arse! Only his beard was faker than his acting ! So they give us this new movie and it’s awesome!!back to it’s original best !!!  I had shown my 7yr old twins all the others and they love Star Wars so they got as exited as me watching this and it didn’t disappoint , The only thing was I spent the whole film hoping that jabba wasn’t in this movie as I was now the fat one in the gang , and the twins would of fed me a fat slice of karma !!! Can’t wait for next movie!!

  • Kimberley Willis wrote on January 17, 2016 at 2:59 //

    Haha! Oh Dave – I couldn’t agree more about mcGregor’s awful acting and awful beard. So glad your twins love the films though – good training on your part!

  • Kimberley Willis wrote on January 17, 2016 at 2:59 //

    Thank you Denise – very kind! Can’t promise it’ll be every Friday like the old days – don’t know how I ever got anything else done back then! Let us know what you think of Star Wars when you’ve seen it! x

  • Kimberley Willis wrote on January 17, 2016 at 3:00 //

    Get watching Rowlo!


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