OddThinking

I once saw this fantastic balloon-artist perform. Well, actually, he wasn’t a balloon-artist, but really a mime artist.

She whispered down the phone, “Quick! Julian, I am ringing from your father’s house. What is the name of the tip of a shoelace?”

Do you remember the opening scenes of The Matrix, when Carrie-Ann Moss acts like an android; running and fighting almost robotically, while her face remained calm and completeless emotionless?

Were you distracted by some guy in the cinema laughing riotously during this dramatic opening?

I’m sorry, that was me.

The poor kid was trying to be a gentleman and look in the opposite direction to the mass of perfectly-formed young female bodies each trying to get hurriedly changed from one swim-suit to another.

I thought this he was missing a great opportunity.

Meantime, I started negotiating a deal. Grace would persuade Ben to give up the secret to the binary trick…

My sense of direction is all but non-existent, so I have wanted a working Satellite Navigation system for my car for years.

This is a Bad News/Good News story. I have mainly written it to help people who suffer the same problems with their flash gun.

Oh no. How did I end up in another cold-reading situation?

In hindsight, the clock was hideous. Royal blue and white perspex, with a brass pendulum, it was probably the height of fashion when it was purchased in the mid-seventies.

Wayfarer is presented as “truly hybrid event, where live and mediated performance, urban choreography, ubiquitous computing, gameplay and site specificity come together in a volatile mix.”

I had no idea what that meant.