I could bore you all with thrilling tails of BBC Micro programming, mobile phone USSD commands, obscure Mornington Crescent rules – but I won’t. I’ll tell you a tale of a small, frightened little nerd…
I was about 3 years old and had been asked to be a page boy at my cousins wedding.
I was under strict instruction that my job was to protect the bride! Under no circumstances was she to come to any harm.
Now we all know that 3 year old boys are prone to wander off, to giggle, to start crying for no particular attention. That’s just what kids do.
Not me. I stood straight, I didn’t make a peep, I discharged my duty admirably. I protected that bride with all my might.
My parents, quite surprised, asked why I had behaved so well.
I pointed at the vicar – he was dressed in black. Head to toe. I pointed and said…
Something in my tiny, fragile mind convinced me that this bride – in white – was Princess Leia and this old guy – in black – was the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. I, as a wannabe Jedi, summoned all the powers of The Force to protect her.
Skip forward some 25 years….
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Despite being a grade A nerd. I found a woman who loved me. She loved me no matter how many times I tried to switch her PC to Linux. She loved me even when I bought a TARDIS to hold our DVDs. She loved me when I bought old computers home from work so I could play with them.
I asked her to marry me! She said yes!
She even loved me when I suggested a Sci-Fi themed wedding….
I conquered the fear I felt as a three-year-old.
I got married dressed as Darth Vader.
My Mother – Doctor Who
My Father-in-law – Obi Wan (he already had the beard)
My Wife – Jedi
Me – Darth Vader
My Mother-in-law – Professor McGonnagle
My Father – Ming the Merciless
My Brother – Londo Mollari.
Nerdiness runs in my blood. I have it, my parents have it…. My wife has it.