Uncle Cliff and Luke Skywalker

I am an uncle!!!

Nephew was born in the early hours of this morning and everyone’s doing just great.
I need to learn that coin behind the ear thing. A relative of mine said that her uncle used to come round to their house with a bowl full of coins, and whatever the kids could keep as many coins as they could grab with one hand. Or I could tell them stories about the time I was in an emergency landing and stranding in the Mojave desert, or the day I interviewed Tony Blair (both true by the way). That’s what we do, uncles.

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I saw a documentary about Mark Hamill on E last night. The channel, that is, not the drug. I didn’t sit there whacked out of my gourd on MDMA trying to follow the plot of Luke Skywalker playing the part of a Navy officer’s son trying to make a name for himself in Tinseltown. (…turns to agent: “You’re not my father!”)

It’s crazy how a young hopeful ordinary guy became the idol of tens of millions of kids worldwide. Good on him for keeping his head on his shoulders. I think it helped that he was a huge comic books fan, so he knew that superheroes were fun. Rock stars and football players these days rarely keep their feet as firmly on the ground, it seems.