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.
It’s getting tense. My hands are a little clammy, my brain is full of numbers and I’m swamped in a catalogue of fantasy mythology that makes The Lord of The Rings look like a children’s preschool book.
Some of my fondest memories of my childhood revolve around Christmas; well, more accurately, the toy section of the Christmas edition of the catalogue my parents would get.
Back to the Future got it horribly wrong. Instead it's Idiocracy, Truman Show, Wall-E and Toys that predict the future most accurately.
