It's a strange feeling, a very strange feeling. You know when people say that everything has been leading up to one point in their life, or how one moment defined a part of their life forever? Maybe that is a somewhat over melodramatic statement for how I'm feeling about this, but it's in the right kind of zone, so I'll go with that for now.

Some time towards the end of May 1977 my mum took me and my younger brother to a cinema is south east London; for the life of me I can't even tell you which one and I'm not even sure she remembers now either.

Back in those days cinema was nothing like it is today. Multiplexes were still 15 years away, there were 3 screens and the auditoriums had no doors, just very thick, heavy velvet curtains. It was a time of transitional change for movie houses. Sure, Pathe news may have been a thing of the past, but there were still intermissions and the lady with the popcorn and cigarettes still stood in the corner...

Anyway, we arrived at the theatre, purchased our ticket's and wandered into the foyer area to wait. It was around this time that my 8 year old bladder decided that I needed to take a call of nature and so off I merrily headed towards the public lavatory. Having taken care of my business I wandered back to find my mum and brother, however I took a bit of a wrong turn....

And so to the point of this blog. My first experience of Star Wars. It was not the 20th Century fanfare and the famous yellow scroll that we have all come to know and love. No, because my wrong turn took me through a set of thick, heavy velvet curtains and into the main auditorium of the theatre and into a whirlwind of explosions and flashes.

On the screen before me was a man in a crash helmet and orange pyjamas. He was saying something as he was bounced around, what was it..? He was hit?

"Get clear, Wedge, you can't do any more good back there!"

There I stood for 5 minutes...

"You're all clear kid, now let's blow this thing and go home!!!"

And so it was that my first experience of Star Wars was not the familiar, but the sight of Luke Skywalker making his attack run down the Death Star trench and destroying the Empires dastardly weapon.

So I guess I was a spoiler junky then, I'm a spoiler junky now and I'll always be a Spoiler Junky!!!