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April 10, 2002
“I have a bad feeling about this”
Thanks to a certain person who shall remain nameless I stayed up until half three this morning watching the three original Star Wars films. I can almost remember watching them as a child and knew the plots roughly (with the exception of The Empire Strikes Back which I don’t think I had ever seen entirely before). I now appreciate why some people absolutely love them, they are certainly solid, good films and managed to keep my interest throughout. The slating Episode 1 received now seems justified, it just didn’t keep with the philosophy of the original films.
The one recurring thought though wasn’t about the films, the memorable score or the special effects, but the memories of all the Star Wars toys my brother and I had when we were young (hand-me-downs from our three older cousins). Almost every ship and vehicle I saw in the films last night I could remember playing with years earlier. I even finally found out what I thought was a prison ship is in fact a Rebel Transport. We had it all, the Millennium Falcon, AT-AT, Snowspeeder, even the Jabba the Hutt Action Playset. (Not forgetting all the figures as well.)
Now remember all these toys were given to us by our older cousins, therefore my parents had no idea how much they all cost. Then, when we were too old to play with them anymore yet too young to realise their worth, my mother decided to sell all our older, unplayed toys at the local bootfair. If I remember it correctly another stallholder bought all the Star Wars toys before the bootfair even opened for a bulk, knockdown price.
I have tears welling up just thinking about the money he must have made on them…
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Comment by Scoot — April 10, 2002 @ 11:54 pm
When I was but a wee bairn…
wee-er that I am now,
whenever I went to the dentist I would get a reward for being good. These rewards, for about 2 years, were starwars figures which rocked. And then they started to give out primary coloured stickers saying that I had been brave, which really sucked hard.
Anyhow, my brother and I had this great stash of the original figures and vehicles, just possibly because we were both born with donkey teeth, and there were battles and daring raids and kidnappings etc. until my mother sold them all.
Did I say sold? I meant gave them away.
Maybe all moms do this.
My favourite one was the imperial speeder bike which exploded if you pressed a button underneath… or if you hurled it at your brother.
Comment by -andy. — April 11, 2002 @ 12:19 pm
I am the little brother in the story and I too am depply saddened by our mothers foolish behaviour. I think if my memory serves me correctly that she sold the lot for around £20. :’-(
I saw about a year ago that there’s a Pricess Leigha with cape that goes for in excess of £100 when boxed and I know we had at least one of her.
Well who wants to be rich anyway…..
Ian.
Comment by Ian — April 13, 2002 @ 2:40 pm
bagsy
Comment by -andy. — April 15, 2002 @ 11:57 pm
thankfully, Jim has yet to tie me down and make me watch them - so far escaped with just seeing episode 1!!!!!
Comment by Absinthe Fairy — April 30, 2002 @ 10:19 pm