The other day I did a kind of perfect impression of the Emperor from Star Wars. I was just slipping my shoes on by the front door in the hall when I heard myself say, and for no particular reason…
“Use your aggression, boy.”
And I cackled out loud as though I’d just madly thrown a chair at Master Yoda. I doubt I could do it again now; it was just one of those random moments.
Does it take aggression to put your shoes on? I don’t even think it needs the force, other than squeezing the boot past the heel. It was just the eight-year old me coming out, remembering, as he might, most of the script of Return Of The Jedi.
I used to be able to do a pretty good Yoda too. Always a classic party truck at uni that one, to suddenly slip into a curly-sounding, ‘Mmm, much apple I sense in this cider, yes. A pathway to the dark side this is.”
Though admittedly, it did wear thin in the late nineties. It’s even flimsier now, now that Star Wars is everywhere, and most of us have had a go at a Yoda impression at some point. After putting my shoes on like Palpatine, I tried it out again and realised that the old Jedi skills were at best, rusty.
Probably for the best - no-one needs to be summoning Palpatine just to pop their shoes on. That’s one thing I should probably have mastered when I was eight, and Star Wars itself was only three untouchable movies.
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