I LOVE Star Wars but this news article is shiny, there’s no other word for it.

Forgetting the choice of clips and somewhat sloppy editing, I think this‘d make an excellent addition to the scene if Lucas were to release a revised ’saga’ edition. You know, in the inevitable boxset.

This could be incorporated too.

I’ve got eight different versions of the original Star Wars trilogy and three of the recent prequel trilogy. This is shocking even to me.

This is beautiful.

After yesterday’s tearful night comes today’s great morning: A fifteen-minute one-on-one conversation with Danny John-Jules and three Star Wars DVDs that aren’t even released until Monday.

I am the cool.

Only on eBay could you find something like this:

I’ve spent the last hour and a half deconstructing an article on BBCi that explains “Why Star Wars is Rubbish”. But reading my three-A4-pages-long analysis back, it’s garbled, confusing and quite frankly duller than an in-flight magazine produced by Air Belgium. So I’ll spare you the effort of reading it and say this instead:

Bumflaps.

Darth Vader woke me up at 6:57 AM this morning. And ruddy good it looks too - vastly superior in build to what I was expecting. What’s more, it actually fits my fat head. Excellent.

I’m going to go and wake whomever I can whilst wearing it now.

They’ll release their anger.

After popping to Racodac for a glimpse at the joys of “Level 2″, I started boxing up some of my bits (ooer!) for my impending move at the end of the month.

Not only did I come across (double ooer!) some VERY rare original Star Wars action figures, I also found this:

Spooky, isn’t it?

In the wonderful absence of silly pieces of work, I’ve been hard at it in my bedroom today. Tidying, that is. It’s weird, actually, as I’ve noticed that every time I finish big pieces of work the first thing I do is tidy my room. Extraordinary.

Anyhow, in sorting through various boxes, I came across the 1983 Return of the Jedi storybook. Not a massive find by any means. But a) it brought back early childhood memories. And b) it has now clicked where I thought I’d seen the ending from.

Suture, there.