For me being a Star Wars fan in the eighties was a bit torturous.

I was seven in 1977 and waiting three years was like waiting forever.

So when ESB ended as it did and I would have to wait another three years to find out if Vader was telling the truth, if Han would get out of that block of Carbonite and who was this mysterious 'other', t'was crazy making.

I lost my digital watch on the way home from watching ESB for the second time too.

Come 1983 and I had some sort of disagreement with my father and I was told I would not be allowed to see the film and I sulked in my room.

It wasn't so much not seeing the film that upset me more the not going with the whole family like we had twice before.

Whatever the thing was it was eventually put to one side and I did go with just my dad which was fun but not as fun as going with my sister and mum too.

While I found it exciting there was clearly something missing.

It wasn't as substantial or as polished as the second one and I would have to wait another three years to find out what happened next...

and then another three years...

and another...