What to say… What to say…
This event happened. It was alright.
Suffice to say, the new film a few months back and did not fill me with a renewed passion for all things Star Wars, so when it came to about 09:30 on Sunday morning I was quite prepared to just stay in bed and not bother turning up for the 11:00 start.
The first hour was spent behind the line of troopers ensuring that cars did not hit them from behind as they edged further and further into the road they were position onto, nor were they rugby tackled to the ground by the inhabitants of Greenock. Actually all credit to the people of the town, it gets a bad rap sometimes, but there wasn’t a single poke, prod or attempt to engage in fisticuffs with the troopers that I witnessed the whole time we were out. Sure there were loud complaints from some quarters that the event they’d got *free entry* into held nothing of interest if you’re child “don’t want a picture with Star Wars [sic]” and I’m pretty sure the fence we were positioned next to for the first half was the boundary to one of the toilets judging by the number of small flies crawling about my head and face the majority of the time, but going on 1,300 people were happy-ish to see us.
Three out of that 1,300 were a young lad and with his parents in tow. He stood out to me particularly dressed as he was as the Seventh Doctor, a costume I have an affinity for, accompanied by Ace and I later discovered he had made a box of Doctor Who themed biscuits for us. Apparently he’s been a common fixture at some of our events and if I’m right, some time back the local community had rallied round to build him a TARDIS in the back garden due to a medical condition. Unfortunately I had no Barry trading cards on my person, but perhaps next time…
Thankfully for my increasing traffic related stress levels we relocated pitch side at the top of the second hour, or at least into the stand behind one of the goal mouths. Being a bit out-of-the-way the public footfall and requests for photos died down, but maybe by that time everyone who’d been likely to turn up and largely come and gone and we headed back to the changing area prior to the 14:00 wrap up. As it happened though the early finish was probably a good idea as we were being urged out of the room so it could be locked up while folk were still in the midst of trying to de-kit and pack armour away.
Once again Claire Mackie proved herself to be one of the greatest UKG-ambassadors-who’s-not-a-member that we’ve ever had, taking the time to speak to large swathes of the attendees, both filling them in on who the Rebel Legion and ourselves were and what we do and even reassuring one small girl who starting school in a few months would not be the massive trauma she was anticipating..!