My daughter went on her Christmas ‘works do’ on Friday night. I vaguely remember her telling me where it was being held but it had slipped my mind.
She has a friend called Ricarda. a pretty young german girl with long blonde hair.
So when she sent me a text with this photo of herself – in something I took for a flight simulator – I texted back ‘Fantastic photo – is that Ricarda?’
It was only when Mr. T. , through his incredulous laughter, reminded me that the company she works for had taken over a section of Madame Tussauds in London where there is a Star Wars exhibition on at the moment, that I realised I obviously need some stronger reading glasses.
Wookie warrior, pretty young german girl – what’s the difference?
Here she is later in the evening fraternising with somebody from Game of Thrones.
Only joking about that one but I know this isn’t Carrie Fisher.
Star Wars mania passed me by.
I want to say this was a real Specsavers moment for me but I don’t know that anybody outside of the U.K. would know what I mean. Specsavers is a high street optician which has the tagline ‘Should’ve gone to Specsavers’ – they’ve even had approval to trademark the word ‘should’ve’ I believe – and, over the years, they have produced a series of ads with various situations where the person comes a cropper through not being able to see properly. I know I’ve directed you to a few ads lately so I won’t do it again.
Oh, go on then.
This is a very good one because of the beautiful music but, I must confess, I’m rather partial to the one where the vet starts to panic when he can’t find a cat’s heartbeat, only to realise he is trying to operate on his assistant’s furry hat.
I blame it on the hideous cold I’ve had – I think it might have affected my eyes.
Back to the arts and crafts next time – I promise.