We received a request to attend a funeral for an individual who was clearly a huge Star Wars fan judging by the themed coffin and soundtrack playing as the casket was carried into the chapel.
Unfortunately on arrival it became clear that no provision had been made for our presence. We were told that the public toilets would have to be used as changing facilities, not ideal at the best of times and a logistical nightmare given we had male and female troopers in attendance.
These toilets were in the waiting room where grieving relatives were gathered, not only for the funeral we were attending but the service immediately prior and although the family concerned had requested our presence I was very wary that others may not feel our presence was appropriate during their period of mourning, not to mention they may have cause to use those facilities while we effectively monopolised them.
On top of this the cleaning staff were in the middle of their tasks alternately putting half of them out of use in the middle of the time the troopers were kitting up.
Although the two troopers mooted the idea of changing in full view of the public the carpark, the previously mentioned considerations for those attending other services also applied and simply put, it just wasn’t practical as the cars were already double-parked and it would have put the costumers safety at risk with the constant arrival and departure from the tight spaces involved.
Ultimately the council staff accepted these arguments and were able to provision an unused meeting room for our purposes, which only left us with the logistics of getting from that location to where the hearse would stop to allow the lead undertaker and our guard of honour to begin their escort.
The family were very appreciative of the presence of the two troopers who escorted the horse drawn hearse up to the entrance and then took position at either side of the door while the mourners entered. Indeed the gratitude was obvious even to those in costume who despite completing their commitments, elected to remain on station until the end of the service and elected to have the expenses offered added to the charity contribution instead…
Bishopton Sports and Social Club, Bishopton 12:00 – 16:00
Stormtrooper: ANH Stunt
Stormtrooper: ANH Stunt
With my inherent laziness regarding boot cape and suit repairs it’s been a while since I last wore the Batsuit, October 2016 to be exact and although about an hour before the end I was tired and sore after just those couple of hours in the costume but I enjoyed it enough to consider doing it again come CMG in August.
While the instruction was to be there for 11:00 and out for 12:00, around 11:30 we were asked to be ready within 15 minutes for the parade, which seemed an impossible ask and despite everyone pushing for the deadline when we emerged from the changing area we were told that we were too late and the parade had set off because we had been holding it up too long!
Since we were now left to our own devices we milled about the Sport Centre building itself which was fortunate as it quickly began to spit with rain and we were forced to relocate under a nearby gazebo as this began to get heavier and heavier. The weather eased off and began to hammer down again a few times in the time it took the parade to arrive so in a way it was fortunate we’d been too late to join or all the costumes (and crew) would have been drenched along the route.
It remained warm throughout though and the downpours didn’t seem to dampen the numbers attending. We spent a good 30-40 minutes getting photos in that area before we could even begin a circuit of the playing field (credit to the groundskeeper incidentally, for all the precipitation the grass remained solid enough underfoot the entire day) being stopped regularly for more photos.
Such were the numbers of punters it took the best part of an hour to get round the perimeter of the event by which time we decided to break for lunch just as the heavens opened again. The rain was so heavy that even inside the cowl I could hear the drops pinging off Stuarts lid as he walked along in front of me back towards the changing rooms!
As had been the pattern of the morning, the rain quickly stopped and sans a couple of stubborn puddles any sign of it was gone by the time we emerged fed and watered again. Indeed the weather had improved to the extent that the sun was splitting the sky causing the temperature to climb even higher. Sticking to the less busy side of the field this time we spent the final leg stopping for photos and, at least in my case, having worryingly in-depth conversations about where Robin was/the Batmobile was parked/my shadowy war on crime/where to get a roll and slice.
In advance of my next outing I think the boots will need to be replaced, I assume it must have been when I was kneeling down with the smaller kids that the sole was under pressure and started to separate from the rest of the boot because I was favouring my right knee and that’s the only boot which has the problem. Maybe we were lucky not to do the parade or I might have had to finish it in my socks if the whole thing fell to bits!
Although we’ve been attending this event annually since 2015 it was noticeably quieter in attendance by the public and bikers. Perhaps the ongoing constuction work on one of the sites previously used for the bikers to park and display their rides had set a limit on their attendance, but doubtless neither contingent were keen on chancing the weather roulette we experienced that day.
The location was overcast most of the day, although the couple of showers of soaking fine rain came and went so quickly by the time we found shelter from them on each occasion they were retty much over.
Curiously despite his short screen time, Greedo continues to be curiously popular with adults and kids alike with a mixture of shouts of “alien” and “Han shot first” throughout the day and twice comments of “you are my father” were directed at Vader I’m genuinely unsure if it was the same guy both times or a odd repeated meme.
There was onnly one incident to speak of. The occasionally gusting winds were having a dramatic effect on Vaders cape and at one point some kids hanging around the tea and coffee room in the courtyard clearly caught sight of the back of his undersuit. This then led to a short period where they were trying to run in behind him and pull the cape up.
I’m sure Al will be tickled to know his mesh ass chaps are as much of a source of fascination to the youths of today as Fortnite and avacados…
I attended what appeared to be the latest Big Glasgow Passive Smoking Convention as a punter on the Saturday. The retailers room of the event was pretty small (I did at least two laps in under 10 minutes) and crowded making it unlikely that there was much room for the costumers inside. Unfortunately the weather was rainy for the first few hours and remained dull and cloudy for the second half of the day which meant that those in attendance were pretty much stood in the one area for the duration, just outside the entrance which seemed to be the most popular area for smokers to congregate.
It looked like a long day, although the flow of people wanting photos seemed fairly steady, but I’m not overly surprised nobody seemed to be in hurry to return from the lunch break…
I can’t believe I managed to do four days at this event last year, clearly I’m getting older because after just the one day of trooping I was wiped out for the next 48 hours!
As ever Andrews staff looked after us to an excellent standard and despite being a Sunday all four of us were kept busy enough with photo requests to make the hours fly past. Only one incident right at the end of the day slightly spoiled the event when a parent started encouraging his child to start pulling components off of the costumes and worse, while the child was being kept at arms length began to do the same thing himself.
Although our spotter didn’t get the opportunity to take any photos to validate our event attendance for the applicable detachments luckily pending Denizen Leo was working in-store that day and sent on the couple of photos he’d had taken…
While the marching from the management suite to the shop was occassionally hairy it was probably preferrable to the five of us being lost forever in the maze of service corridors of the Buchanan Galleries.
And as an even more stranger thing, we 100% did not see the secret Lego set being launched in at the midnight opening of the Leicester Square store on 15th May!