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Sep. 11th, 2003

Cap'n Token has been keeping me informed of the absurd Blaine-o-rama down at Tower Bridge and last night I read this in the Grauniad.

Blaine's encounter with the British public appears to have been his first ever encounter with sustained derision. After two days in which the magician came under assault from fish and chips, eggs, golf balls, laser pens, wake-up calls from bhangra drums and women displaying their breasts, a spokesman for Sky television, which has bought the rights to this stunt, regretted that not everyone had been "respectful to the challenge"...

… on telly, a wide-eyed Nicky Campbell had referred repeatedly to "solitary confinement". Blaine had also stressed a desire for "no distractions... I think that's the purest state you could be in... " In practice, he has made his lit-up box the pinnacle of a non-stop party. Passing riverboats and vans tootle jolly hellos at him. Women wave. Spectators guffaw more or less in his face, shout at him to "put the kettle on", mime flying with their arms, threaten to come back with signs reading: "Are you mental or what?" When, laboriously, Blaine wraps a sheet round himself and makes as if to wee into a hidden tube, there are uproarious shouts of, "He's having a piss!"; then, "He can't still be having a piss"; then, "No - he's wanking!"; then - after the business is seemingly complete - hearty cheers and applause.

Awww. It makes me feel all patriotic.

:::hums "Land of Hope and Glory" à la Last Night of the Proms:::


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Sep. 11th, 2003 05:25 am (UTC)
Awww. It makes me feel all patriotic.

Heh. And I see in today's Metro that someone is using the letters page as a vehicle to organise a sausage throwing party for Mr Blaine.

There's something wonderfully warped about the fact that the collective response to this stunt seems to be to go and have a picnic in his sight, effectively to eat at him.
Sep. 11th, 2003 05:27 am (UTC)
A sausage-throwing party? As in cook sausages, and throw them at him? Oh, that is magnificently warped. Bravo!
Sep. 11th, 2003 08:50 am (UTC)
I'm not sure whether the plan was to fling the sausages in their cooked or uncooked state. There was a photo of the guy posing with a whole long string of them, so possibly he's a butcher who's seen the opportunity for some free advertising.

Alas, I left my Metro behind on the tube when I got off for someone else to read, so I can't check the details.
Sep. 11th, 2003 06:39 am (UTC)
God, but I love the British. Your people give me reason to believe in humanity.
Sep. 11th, 2003 07:20 am (UTC)
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