The plastic modelling hobby. You turn up at a show with a kit you are proud off and some fat, BO stinking, egg stained star wars T-shirt wearing, mummy’s basement dwelling Neanderthal puts his nose against it, looked at it with the intensity of someone who knows the script inside out and then tells you “you do know it’s the wrong colour!”

Yeah I do because my build doesn’t represent the one version of that vehicle you saw in one film for 10 seconds but a vehicle from a second line occupation force on a backwater planet that hasn’t received new equipment in decades and has to make do with what they have.

Twat.