It's happening again, just as it did throughout the early to mid-80s and just as it did again in 1999. Star Wars is getting me so feverishly excited about a next instalment in the franchise that I'm about to do a sex wee. Yes, it's their fault and it has nothing to do with me being weak-willed.
This will be utterly spoiler-free I promise. Nothing I will say in these 30 tips will do anything to hinder your enjoyment of this summer’s Secret Cinema Star Wars spectacular, but it will hopefully offer you some practical guidance to help you get the most out of your time there.
I grew up in the relatively quaint surroundings of the north Shropshire countryside. And by ‘relatively quaint’ I mean ‘boring as fuck’. My maternal Grandparents by contrast lived in Halewood, Liverpool, one of the roughest parts in one of Britain’s most deprived cities. As a kid I fucking loved visiting it.
Due to a long, convoluted story involving the Dorset Tank Museum, I'm only allowed to drive when there's an R in the month, but that didn't stop me falling off my seat when I saw the amazing vehicles in Mad Max: Fury Road recently.