Butt-plugged Fanboys...
I'm tired. So very, very tired. Partially, it's due to the fact I didn't sleep last night. It's very muggy in London at the moment, and I spent the night tossing and turning in the sort of humidity that would put Dagobah to shame. But I was also kept awake by an anger of such intensity that I kept running over things in my mind, begging to go online to Facebook and reply to far too many messages, with far too many swear words than would be healthy for a platform I share with my mum. Somewhere around 04.27, I realised something. I realised why I was tired. And it had nothing to do with finding the cool side of the pillow. I'm tired of Star Wars . More correctly, I'm tired of Star Wars fandom. It's no secret that The Last Jedi has, shall we say, divided the fanbase. There's no denying it was a Marmite movie. But love it or hate it, it was Star Wars . I'm not going to delve into the intricacies of the arguments here, I've done that bef...