Not so much to tell, Virginia. I made a chair for him, my own design, something I had developed and worked hard upon after learning the skills required in Great Britain, entailing two years of low wage personal struggle for myself and my wife. It was a prelude to making eleven more to go around his dining table if he liked it. He liked it a lot, and purchased it as originally agreed upon, said he would get back to me on ordering the remainder, then had one of his lackeys show me to the door. I had a friend that was doing carpentry on George's house, and later heard from him that Lucas was shopping my design around to see who he could find that would make it cheaper, had some woman in his office making the enquiries with other craftsmen. I tried to call him, but he would never take the call, he knew I was greatly bothered by what he was attempting, I left a number of messages with his secretary informing so. I got a hold of the lady in the office, asked her what George must think of some guy in a basement in China replicating Star Wars videos, to which she had nothing to say. When I also asked her about her willingness to do his dirty work, her reply was rather telling, saying that she gets paid to do what he asks of her, and no thinking beyond that apparently. She quit a few months later, wonder what he asked? Rich dude alright, the money must have been pouring in then, and I gave him a fair price for the eleven chairs. I was still just getting my business going in the states then, hardly wanted to try and take unfair advantage of anyone, besides, I don't think I was smart enough to try. I was very bummed. New money people like that get paranoid and think that everyone is trying to rip them off. I wasn't. He really thought he was some hot shit, being full of himself was apparent in every way. Maybe that was why his wife pulled out, she seemed alright. I can still see it in his photos today, the cute boy wave that he wears in his hair, and in all the crap he still markets based on his much earlier success, box sets from a zillion years ago, along with little plastic things for some kid to hang on his back pack. He got lucky, that's about it. I heard some other things about the fellow, but that is hearsay. No respect for the man. I sometimes wonder if he plunks his fat azz in my chair?
I get back at him in a big way, never pay to watch his movies.