To Waen, from Darth Vader
An autograph from a genuine stand-in
In August 1979, I queued up with hundreds of other kids to meet Darth Vader in Lewis’s, a
department store in Blackpool. I like to think it was in the lingerie section but it was probably
the children’s department. I also like to think his entrance was accompanied by the majestic
sound of The Imperial March, but it was probably just a Northern woman saying “Please give a
warm Blackpool round of applause for Darth Vader.” And she probably pronounced it “Vaader”
(to rhyme with “larder”). And that music can’t have been used because - [puts nerd specs on
and speaks in shrill voice] - that piece wasn’t written for the original film and only first
appeared in 1980’s The Empire Strikes Back, which hadn’t been made yet. [Removes nerd
specs.] Vader then silently took a seat behind a desk and started signing autographs.
It was almost certainly not David Prowse. Whether I was aware of this at the time, I don’t know
(it was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, after all) but I like to think I had doubts. He
never spoke, so there’s no way of telling whether he had a West Country accent. Then again,
when I was seven years old, I still thought David Prowse sounded like James Earl Jones, so I
wouldn’t have been any the wiser if he did. It’s certainly possible that the guy didn’t even have
a proper Darth Vader costume - there’s a picture of such a man in Bob Fischer’s excellent book,
Wiffle Lever to Full, whose costume looks distinctly home made. But the signing was
presumably officially sanctioned by Lucasfilm and 20th Century Fox - it’s official Black Falcon
merchandising, after all - so he may well have looked spot on, just like he does in my feeble
memory.
It was a long wait to get to the front of the queue, but very exciting to finally meet Darth Vader.
I remember him spelling my name “Wayne” to start with (which is how it’s pronounced, for
readers who don’t know me). When we told him that wasn’t right, without uttering a word, he
abruptly tore the photo in half, then screwed it up and threw it aside, before rewriting the
name on a new picture. This kind of scared me. But I can’t tell you how chuffed I was to finally
have a bona fide autograph from a genuine fictional character, with my name spelt properly
and everything.
Looking back on it, I feel really sorry for the guy in the costume. I’ve done this kind of thing
myself since - just the once - and found it completely debilitating. I once had to walk around
Oxford on a hot sunny day in a leotard with a big foam dinosaur head on, handing out leaflets
in the sweltering heat. I could only last ten minutes before pegging out in the shade. God
knows how it feels to sit in a stuffy department store for several hours dressed as Darth Vader.
I’ve also worked alongside people in Pokemon costumes at Bluewater Shopping Centre, who
had a much worse experience. If it wasn’t bad enough walking around for hours on end
dressed like a big fuzzy yellow rabbit, the children of Bluewater seemed to view a man in a
Pokemon costume as a licence to practise karate, and most of the poor actors got attacked. I
don’t remember Darth Vader being attacked, but I don’t remember him having bodyguards
either. Maybe we were more polite in those days. Or maybe we knew that Darth Vader might
very well give us a legally sanctioned clip round the earhole if we tried anything on.
I might be wrong about the year. Maybe I met Darth Vader the following year, in 1980, when
The Empire Strikes Back was doing the rounds and would presumably be accompanied by such
publicity stunts. But the photo says 1979, so I’m erring on the side of trusting the source
material. It’s not like the Star Wars craze died in the interim between the first two films. Star
Wars toys were big business, and anything anyone could do to rack up sales would doubtless
be tried at any time. There was a new batch of action figures out that year, and an amazing
Cantina set to play with them on. Which I made my poor Gran buy me that year in Blackpool.
My first ‘big’ Star Wars present. But it wouldn’t be my last.
TERM 1 (Sept - Dec 1979)
Week 0 (Aug 25 - Sep 2, 1979)
Week 1 (Sep 3 - Sep 9, 1979)
Week 2 (Sep 10 - Sep 16, 1979)
Week 3 (Sep 17 - Sep 23, 1979)
Week 4 (Sep 24 - Sep 30, 1979)
Week 5 (Oct 1 - Oct 7, 1979)
Week 6 (Oct 8 - Oct 14, 1979)
Week 7 (Oct 15 - Oct 21, 1979)
Half Term (Oct 22 - Oct 28, 1979)
Week 8 (Oct 29 - Nov 4, 1979)
Week 9 (Nov 5 - Nov 11, 1979)
Week 10 (Nov 12 - Nov 18, 1979)
Week 11 (Nov 19 - Nov 25, 1979)
Week 12 (Nov 26 - Dec 2, 1979)
Week 13 (Dec 3 - Dec 9, 1979)
Week 14 (Dec 10 - Dec 16, 1979)
Week 15 (Dec 17 - Dec 23, 1979)
Christmas (Dec 24 - Dec 30, 1979)
New Year’s Eve (Dec 31, 1979)
ENGLISH 1
A few tentative steps
into a world of terrible
writing
TOPIC 1
He knows the names of
all the dinosaurs
HISTORY 1
Sept 1979 - Oct 1981
WAEN SHEPHERD
Who was this strange
little boy?
SCIENCE 1
Sept 1979 - Apr 1980
Clarke Hall
The place and time
where it all began…
September 1679?
The Forgotten World
John and Mick fall foul
of some extreme
potholing
String Orchestra
A visit from the North
Yorkshire County
Council Orchestra
OTHER DELIGHTS
Great Space Battles
Three mighty empires
take their first steps
into outer space
TOPIC 2
The one where it all
kicks off
Waen Shepherd 2
Waen’s heroic antics in
the far-flung future of
2007 AD!
Ward’s 7
John Ward and his band
of rebels fight the evil
Federation
Superman the Movie
Souvenir programme
from when I went to
the pictures with Louise