Gillian Philip

Lightsabers at dawn. Or was it 7.15pm?

Fezzes are cool. Bowties are cool. But it was not always so. Last century (I don’t know if I love saying that, or hate it) I was just a young Jedi, hanging out at the Science Fiction Bookshop on West Crosscauseway with the other deeply uncool geeks. So I wrote about those days, here, over on SF Signal. Before the memory is completely lost to me. I’M 92, YOU KNOW. Or that’s how it sometimes feels…