Solo mission

I might have let slip once or twice that some of my friends are a touch on the unhinged side. My wife has expressed concern more than once at my casually mentioning some act of pure madness that my friends have engaged upon in the past.

And the list is long. Much too long to get into here. In fact one, if so inclined, could fill a book with it. But for the sake of simplicity, let's just pick a mild and recent act of madness, shall we?

So I get a phone call from Mr. and Mrs. Smith in Nebraska. I thought the call might be venting about the latest political outrages in the United States. Or perhaps some good news on a subject I've been sworn to secrecy on. But no, instead they had a...request.

"We want to send you something to keep you entertained while Cathy is away," they said.

"Well, that's thoughtful, but I really don't need all of Mr. Smith's old porn," I replied.

"No, no," came the some indignant reply (one suspects Mr. Smith wasn't parting with the old porn). "We're going to send you a life-sized cutout and we want you to take photos of him around town."

"Why?"

"Why not? You got anything better to do this summer?"

Fair enough point. Which is how, on Friday, Han Solo came to end up in possession. Costing more in postage, I might add, than the 40 kg TV set we bought 18 months ago.

So yeah, I now have a six foot tall cardboard cutout of Han Solo in my possession. My mission to to now take Han around town over the next couple of weeks and get weird photos of him. So here's a little warm-up of what to expect over the next few weeks.


Han posing in the living room.



Sadly, even while on vacation in the north, there's no shortage of danger, as Darth Tater has the drop on him.



But Han has some luck on his side, as jedis Yoda and Mickey are around to keep Darth Tater in line.

If you can think of other adventures for Han to have in town, or if you wish to participate in his adventures, drop me a line and let me know.