A word in your ear - May 31, 2012

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IT is fair enough to say I’ve been waiting six years for such a landmark day, well it’s a true coming of age moment for any lad.

Ever since my son was born, I had a list as long as my arm of things I needed to impart to him to make him into a fully-fledged chip off the old block.

The complexities of the off-side rule, the building of a go-kart and chopping down a tree were, of course, all on there, as were ones for later life such as my fail-safe tips on how to get served at a busy bar.

But it has to be said the introduction to Star Wars was something I’ve been relishing since he was born in 2006.

I was five when I first saw the first instalment of the best ever sci-fi trilogy (the absurd later movies do not exist in my eyes).

I can remember it having a massive effect on my young life, and me and my pals would re-enact all the best scenes down the park – that’s when we were not trying to be Kenny Dalglish.

I had all the Star Wars toys and the lunchbox. Dalglish shared wall space in my bedroom with a six-foot high poster of Han Solo, while Princess Leia was my idea of the perfect woman.

Fast forward 30-odd years, and my wife’s decision to take our daughter shopping on Saturday gave me the perfect chance to finally introduce our lad to a ‘A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away’.

Up to this point, he has rebelled against anything I’ve suggested, be that football, Scooby Doo and Tom and Jerry. But how could he turn against the Rebellion, Imperial Stormtroopers and a wheezing bad guy dressed in black bondage gear waving a luminous orange light sabre around?

Now he seemed well up for it, especially after I told him if he liked the film his grandma had a suitcase in her loft packed with my old Star Wars toys, which she was ready to give him.

And, fair play to him, he lasted the whole two-and-a-half hour distance (save one moment when he dug his old Thomas the Tank engine train set out), and was asking all the right questions like “what’s the force?”, “what’s a wookie?” and “why does that bloke have a head shaped like a hammer?”

But was he doing it to please his old man, or was he generally interested? I do not know?

I didn’t get the electrified sparkle in his eyes which I remember watching the film through.

Then again, given what he can watch on his 10 billion kids channels on SKY, I wonder if this may have all been a bit old hat for him.

I hope not, because I can’t wait for that suitcase in my mother’s loft to be dusted down and opened revealing my most precious childhood possessions. If only so I can play with them again.

Bagsy being Han Solo.