I'd never thought as far as Bra clips - reminds me of that Bond film, with the slinky chick in the rear-zipper dress...
There's a thought...
Back to (ahem) the topic...
There's been discussion about containing the beasties as to shield them, as they ARE quite potent. My own suggestion has evolved, and I now keep mine away from harm by sending it into outer space on an unused Soviet mini-shuttle...
No, seriously, my new storage is, believe it or not, a big whopping chunk of bluetak (tradename abuse - sorry!). Try it if you don't believe me! It's soft, cushioning, and keeps it away from harm. About 5 packets of 33% extra free bluetak from my local stationer's has tamed the beastie!
And to add to the colour of the discussion, my most recent embarrasing moment with the M5/Chazpro/PK/SSUD/Whatever was whilst out with friends - where I'd secreted the gimmick in my jacket pocket. The gimmick was safe and sound, in the inner pocket - adjacent to my house keys, which were in the left pocket.
Now, you'll have to emulate this setup to appreciate the predicament...
The lightweight canvas jacket in question normally hangs quite well, but on this occasion, the powers that be cause the two otherwise separate pockets to try and meet. They are normally about six inches apart, but the attraction caused a rather odd union of contents.
I remedied this (after being ridiculed) by swapping the keys to the opposite pocket - however - the fun had only just begun...
I attached the gimmick to my wrist - under cover of my shirt sleeve. I was readying myself for my own personal rendition of the PK match trick... for which I'd got 3 prepared matches ready and waiting in my shirt pocket - various varieties - depending on the ensuing 'victims' own brand (usually 'redheads', 'brownies' or 'red matchbook'. Keep one of each on standby!).
Unfortunately, before I could even get as far as the effect, a couple of 'coppers' which were in the centre of the table (the 'beer fund' pile) decided to jump about 2 inches from their home and land on my sleeve.
The resultant 'clunk' was very noticable, and upon removal, I commented on how 'attractive' I must have been that night (poor, poor one liner!)
Luckily, Paul Zenon's '100 ways to win a tenner' came to the rescue, and I soon had them eating out of my hands - performing all sorts of daft tricks - which took their mind off the 2p incident.
Moral:
Always be prepared.
Moral 2:
Never underestimate your own attraction.
Moral 3:
Drunk mates are gullible mates - brilliant for practising effects on!
Moral 4:
DON'T load the gimmick until it's time - especially if using it 'impromtually'.
Hope that was informative (???????)
