“All that waiting and I didn’t even get to show them my Yoda impression..”

So when I heard about the auditions that were being held for the new Star Wars films, I had to go down and try my luck, to try to get a Rotherham face on the big screen.

In case you’re unaware, Disney are holding casting auditions throughout the UK in their search for a male and female role for their upcoming trilogy of the films.

Despite having never seen one second of any Star Wars film, I felt oddly confident, but was it a case of stormtrooping to victory, or did they strike me back home?

After an early start, I arrived at Lancashire County Cricket Ground, in Manchester, to see what looked like a surprisingly short queue.

But when I’d stood in the same spot for well over an hour, I realised it was going to be a very long day.

It was like one of those annoying queues at Alton Towers, where you think you’re close to the front, but all the zig-zagging means you’re miles away.

While I waited in the freezing cold, I bumped into a lad called Luke, who’d been there since five in the morning.

He’d had a successful audition and bagged himself a call-back.

Call me a cheat, but I asked him for a few tips in case I got lucky.

“I had a two-minute interview, then they asked me: ‘If you could play any role in any film, what would it be?” he said.

“Then they gave me a page of script from The Hunger Games and told me to come back later to perform it.”

I’m not sure how he got on but if he ends up getting the role, remember, I was the first to interview him.

As we got to the front, the moment of truth arrived and we made our way into the audition tents.

At this point, I decided to take off my glasses, in a last ditch attempt to look less like a chemistry nerd and more like an intergalactic hero.

I walked up to the casting bloke, and within a second he said: “Ok, straight to the left please, sir.”

He called me ‘sir’. That’s a good sign — maybe he’s practising how he would address me when I get the role and become famous.

With my new hope, I walked to the left, and there I saw the four letters that sealed my destiny…E.X.I.T.

All that waiting, and I didn’t even get to show them my Yoda impression.

To add insult to injury, on my way out I noticed the queue was now pretty much gone.

Typical, I could have got a decent night’s sleep instead of rushing up so early and catching God knows how many buses to get there.

So after an optimistic start, it turned out to be a complete waste of a day.

I woke up at 6am, stood nearly five hours in the bitter cold, and had a bloke at the end show me the exit after a quick glance at my face.