Following the success of the David Prowse event the night before, the owner of the hotel had convinced us to have a repeat performance on the Saturday night. This time I was in armour myself, although weirdly Mr Prowse still maintained a noticeable distance. Whether he’d figured out I was the one in black who hadn’t been there before or was just unsettled by this suit which didn’t appear in any of the films I don’t know, but I did feel slighted at the end of the night again when, after removing our helmets for a group photo, he made a point of shaking hands with all the other troopers and not myself.
Prior to this though, the poor weather endured. It was impossible to go outside in those conditions and while cramped space would otherwise have made things difficult the very same weather apparently kept away the “sold out” crowds who had been phoning up for tickets all day. In the end a much smaller crowd turn out attended the second talk and auction event, so much so that on returning to the room after a quick comfort break we found the place empty of public and the night was called early.
A better social from my point of view and the landlady was clearly taken by the black armour, inviting me to come behind the bar and serve drinks (to which I responded that I wasn’t old enough to sell alcohol) and she made sure to have her photo taken with me several times.
As a coda, it’s worth pointing out that Mr Prowse kindly signed copies of the program for the event to each us personally that night and prior to our departure the next day was very charming towards Julie and myself when he seemed to realise how far we’d travelled to help out on his behalf. As I write this he’s scheduled to appear at the Glasgow Collectormania in August, so it’ll be interesting to see if we end up friends for life after all!