The trials and tribulations of meeting our idols
Poor Clayton. We, the Geeks, had attended our first joint convention as a group of comic creators. For Clayton there was even greater excitement as David Prowse, the towering Scotsman behind Vaders mask, was going to be in attendance and Clay couldn't wait to meet his idol. On the first day, while I held down the fort, Clay and Sean went over to David Prowse table to speak with him, take their picture and present him with one of our handouts. There was also a plan to try to get him to say "I'm a pretty, pretty, princess" a'la Jennie Breeden of The Devils Panties . As it turns out it was not to be. I don't know if it was simply an off day or if he had just gotten sick of his lot in life, living off the fleeting fame of being the man behind a mask, but he was anything but pleasant with Clayton and Sean. His manner was standoffish and when presented with our handout he told Clay "I have no use for this". Clayton was crushed. Now, in all ...