FairieSnuff wrote:couldnt work out who you were
I can rarely work that out myself. In philosophical terms, I've completely given up: in practical terms, I rely on the name label sewed into my underpants.* I was also quietly stroking my chin trying to guess who (apart from the performers, who rather gave themselves away) might be who. I
think I might have worked out Mandy, but I'm not positive. An additional problem, however, was that I was forcing myself to avoid getting into any situation that would have led to proper 'magic talk': I was there with my S.O., and for her to have to stand there while I and [whoever] went magic geek would be like my having to hang around listening to people jabber excitedly about traction engines or golf.
Talking of tables, what was that
huge roar from Dat's? He'd done his act by this point - it was when everyone was at their tables chatting during one of the interludes; he, it seems, was doing a little close up for the people at his table. All of a sudden there's a
massive whoop, and we look over to see Dat - satisfied smile on his face - casually putting his cards back into the case. But we've no idea what he's done. From the sudden explosion of noise, it sounded like it must have been Card to Someone Else's Mouth or something.
*Tip: this isn't accepted by airport security.
