People are aware of the irony that Donald Trump chose to visit the UK on a Friday the 13th, right? Hope Jason is there to greet him at Heathrow.
The very first time I ever saw any semblance of Friday the 13th was Halloween 1989 from a motel room in Florida, it was actually a trailer, splicing together the campfire tale from Part 2 and this shot from The Final Chapter:
A few years later when I was of age and sat down to watch the movie after midnight, I was surprised this didn’t occur, nor did it occur in Parts 2 or 3. Oddly, I saw all other seven Paramount films before finding a copy of The Final Chapter.
It took a good 20 years, but people finally cottoned on that I kinda like slasher movies, so ensuing birthdays have resulted in some garments to be proud of.
My wardrobe, everybody… Be forewarned – I don’t iron.
I love my Haddonfield High Class of ’78 t-shirt. Though someone recently pointed out Laurie would’ve been Class of ’79. Cheers, Paul.
My friend Kevin picked me up the awesome Abbey Road one, which nobody where I work can get their head around. Lonely life.
My newest (left) and my oldest: The Japanese VHS artwork on a stretchy fabric and super comfortable.
College roomie Grace bought me the New Line Jason shirt, which once terrified a child walking past me in the opposite direction.
If we’re going to be pedantic, it was the summer of ’79 that Mrs Voorhees ran amok at Camp Crystal Lake, but that doesn’t make this baseball shirt any less awesome. Currently my favourite.
The many faces of Jason came on the same day. I was asked not to wear this to work.
Sadly, the white one has stretched into a warped shape, and the yellow one (with ‘Counselor’ printed on the back) has faded over time.
Classic Prom Night artwork and Japanese Friday the 13th Part 2; I can’t wear the latter as they sent a size too small.
There we go. Worn with cargo shorts circa April to October, cargo pants the rest of the year.
One of the first Friday the 13th‘s I saw was Part VII: The New Blood, which, on the back of the original, I found to be pretty lax. There were still enough scraps to feast on as the genre was still new to me then. Aside from the awesome Maddy, and the swoon-worthy Nick, there was, after previous VIP Inductee Wendy, the best bitchy girl found in the genre… bow down for Melissa.
“…’Like’ has nothing to do with it.”
Missive: To get Nick (Kevin Blair) into bed at any cost.
Talents: Manipulation, seduction, eavesdropping, but also hair care and modelling those Hamptons-housewife pearls that her daddy gave her for being ‘the perfect daughter’. Hmm… hey Melissa, meet Madison Penrose!
Why we love her: Melissa is just a force of pure evil, rivalling Jason from a social perspective – while he destroys people physically, Melissa and her ilk are destructive in another way entirely, cutting them down with her scheming ways rather than a bladed weapon.
Woo! It’s Jason-day!
I love wakeboarding; my kinda sport… Although doing it without an impact vest seems a bit dumb, but then how else would we see boobs? Also, Chelsea’s feet fly off the board when she crashes out – not easy if you’re strapped in right! Also, the board totally disappears thereafter. Nayyyy… those fuckers float.
Anyway – be good, kids. No drinking, drugs, pre-martial sex or, as we see, naked adrenalin sports.
My third inking is of the three words that always make me feel peaceful and creative.