Why coercing me into solving GCSE maths puzzles for my apparent entertainment and wonderment is not magic.
Last night, I had a prophetic (sort-of) dream, in which I – apparently – received Derren Brown’s mobile phone number.
I suppose my relationship with words and meaning changed. I was – unusually, I’d suggest – surrounded by, immersed in, positive ‘subliminal persuasion’.
I have commandeered a magician as my boyfriend / Chief Magical Consultant.
I present, for the record, my approach to tarot before it is any further sullied by official magic. It’s called ‘Terrible Tarot’ and is entirely of my own invention. So there.
And thus I led two female friends, plus a deeply confused Norwegian rugby player, on a merry dance around Bergen, Norway, on an expedition known as: ‘Where Is My Coat?’.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls – I present to you: my first magical crime! I have stolen a copy of ‘Absolute Magic’ by Derren Brown.
I love learning any and all NLP and hypnotic tricks and techniques. But there is something magical about the moment something instantly clicks and you get to make changes for yourself and others straight away.
Can you imagine a thing so dastardly? So dangerous? I do hope this blog post doesn’t fall into the wrong hands or we are surely all doomed...
I knew magic was real because, when I was seven years old, I received incontrovertible proof that the Easter Bunny existed.