I have commandeered a magician as my boyfriend / Chief Magical Consultant. This blog will be rebooted in December, when it will be mostly dedicated to garnering an invitation round Uncle Derren's for tea. Good luck with it...
Magic. It never ceases to enchant me, humble me – and piss me off. My life right now is basically me bashing out a 3,000-word email to some obliging internet wizard to try to articulate a concept on my mind in order to gauge whether it’s a thing or A Thing. Then I’ll be pointed … Continue reading TERRIBLE TAROT (PART I)
This blog tells a patchy and imperfect story of my magical maraudings, for which I apologise. I’m time-poor and it’s simply too much fun, and too enlightening, writing mad emails to magicians on the internet to report back on progress in real-time. But, for the record, I increasingly find far more meaning and worth in … Continue reading AND I’LL LEAD YOU ALL IN THE DANCE, SAID (S)HE!
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. (#sorrynotsorry) I resolved to steal this book some time ago, I confess. I’ve developed a penchant for magic books of (relative) expense, but allowed myself to buy very few … Continue reading MAGIC IS EXPENSIVE. THE SOLUTION? STEAL IT!
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. It’s as if you really do have a magic wand and can just vanish problems away – swish, swish… Evanesco! … Continue reading THIS IS THE BEST NANOSECOND OF MY DEATH
Take a moment to digest those words. Sellotape… With. No. End. 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... The day I invented Sellotape With No EndTM was the day I passed some sort of point … Continue reading SELLOTAPE WITH NO END
When I was a child I believed in anything and everything that was magical and wondrous in this world. I believed in Father Christmas. I believed in the fairies at the bottom of my grandma’s garden. I even believed that, if I could some day conjure up the correct happy thought, I would fly. I … Continue reading RECLAIMING WONDER