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So there we were, minding our own business hypnotising (sorry, "hypnotising") people, discussing effects etc. when who should we see but the one and only, the great, the wonderful, Rev Mark Lewis, performing a wonderful bit of close-up card work to a young lady.




Sadly, none of us had the balls to ask for a demonstration, let alone an autograph. Maybe next month!

Not me, old chap. I do not frequent dens of depravity known as public houses where various intoxicated people partake of the Devil's Buttermilk. I am a man of the cloth after all.

Mark, I notice you defended yourself against accusations of frequenting public houses, but not against accusations that you would go to Manchester.
You're not going soft, are you?

Alas spiritual people like myself have to go to unearthly and unpleasant places in the furtherance of their duties. In the same way that missionaries go to darkest Africa I have had to go to darkest Manchester in the past to minister to my congregation and accept their donations. However, I did not do so on this occasion.