Resisting urge for intergalactic gag

At first I thought it was a joke. Not as good as the one-liners floating around elsewhere on this page, about hurling and so forth, but when I came across it first, I was impressed by the imaginative juxtaposition.

Open casting for Star Wars? In Croke Park? Come on.

It was true, however. You needed only to hear a solemn voice on the radio saying that anyone camping out overnight to get in early wouldn’t be accepted, and you just knew it had to be true. The needless officiousness made the proposition as authentic as a call from the taxman.