In other news, my plan to take part in this year's NaNoWriMo have come to nothing. November has already beaten me and I simply don't have the time to write 50,000 words, even though I'd love to.
On the bright side, the idea I had now has a whole year to be grown and prepared.
That film was Star Wars. I was a bit wrong.
And I loved Star Wars. It didn't have the charm of Doctor Who, it wasn't subtle and the dialogue was crazy, even to a thirteen year old. But sod that. It had spaceships, lightsabers and fantastically good music. I cycled into town to see Empire Strikes Back about fourteen times.
Then, many years later, the prequels came out. They were, by and large, pants. But, when The Phantom Menace arrived I made a rash promise. I swore I wouldn't watch the original three movies again until all the prequels were out and I could see all six films together, in one day.
I have been a bit slack. Ten years after Revenge of the Sith came out I am preparing to put myself (and whichever of my children that can be bothered) through the Star Wars-a-thon. I have been warned that it will be a crushing disappointment and that I could do a lot more with those hours, but there's more to this than meets the eye.
From next week I have to start making some difficult decisions about my mum. I also have to take some serious steps in other areas and it's all going to be rather heavy. So I need a day of silliness and fun. I shall try to post comments from the ongoing day on Twitter at @spingere. Please join me, or at least do something mildly silly.
I am now on holiday. This means I will be stressing about dayjob related things without being able to do anything about it. But wait, there is an up side. Two weeks with my family, a stack of books to read and a chance to 'relax'. Let's see how that goes.