by seige » Sep 9th, '03, 00:25
Now, as far as baited breath goes - I'm currently a master Angler in the respitory stakes.
I cannot for the life of me understand why Bikes are causing us such grief.
Mr Neil Tobin - you have provided the magical fraternity with a conundrum so devious, so cunning - you KNEW that there'd be hundreds of us tearing our hair from it's roots - crying, whimpering, sobbing - alone at night in darkened rooms, trying to figure it out.
Yes - I understand that there are reasons - but I can easily 'X' a cigarette packet. I can quite confidently 'X' a credit card. Hell - I've even become proficient at 'X-ing' keys in the 'Which Key Fits the Padlock' mystery.
But - due to reasons that only the US Playing Card Co. can understand - I cannot 'X' one of the most fundamental items in a modern magicians toolkit - the Bicycle Card.
Whoever's fault this is - I don't want to know. But, I do know one thing - Mr Mog - if you're onto something, I will gladly drive the 337.9 miles to Dundee to get it.
This is what I've been waiting for. This is what I need...
Seige takes his tablets as the orderly wheels him drooling, gibbering back to his cell. If only he'd have known the secret... maybe he'd be alright now...