After yesterdays events i decided that i should go out and impress the world with my slight of hand. I get to college find an unwitting subject but whats this, my cards are not in their pocket, id forgotten them! so i spent the day felling rather like you do when you leave your phone at home.
So this post is not really about magic or mentalism but about a conversation i overheard on the X41 bus home. As i sit on the uneventful bus journey reading a fellow but far more talented mentalist's autobiography (the far more talented should have come as a given considering they have an autobiography commercially available) and a man with a lovely accent suddenly pipes up on the entrances into accrington
"how do you spell arrapla?" (now i am quick to add that i have no idea what or where or who this is in fact a nice squiggly red line has appeared and my lovely mac is offering the word arrival as a replacement in fact i got this spelling from the ensuing conversation) suddenly the whole bus woke up defensively expecting some kind of argument or insult but the man simply asked again "Well how do you spell arrapla?"
A lone lady piped up "i think its spelt araba" this was quickly followed by "actually i think its double 'r'" the next thing i know the bus is highly engaged in a discussion on how it should be spelt. I personally found this wonderful its rare that total strangers will just talk to each other so i thank this man for helping erase, even if for just a few people, the social award-ness that comes with sharing transportation with complete strangers.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Monday, 7 March 2011
Lets Start With a Correction
Hello curious blog readers first i do have to say i may not be posting everyday and the title suggest as i may just lose my mind however i do have a interesting tale for a first entry...
Whilst traveling home today on the bus i decided to start using an old NLP (i shiver at the though of being branded one) technique (however a specific technique should actually be avoided at all costs if you my fellow world wonderers were to try it) called... actually i don't know the proper name ill call it imitating, there that doesn't sound fancy and explains itself enough i feel, now i see a potential subject get on after in blackburn and wonderfully sits across the aisle from me, right in my peripherals wonderful!
So i start to slowly almost copy everything my unsuspecting subject is doing and admittedly feel like i'm getting nowhere. then suddenly i got that feeling in the base of my throat and trying to escape was a yawn, oh no was ten minutes work about to be undone! I can't help it the yawn escapes but lo and behold my subject yawns seconds after me. Now i'm thinking this could all just be the yawning effect so i go to scratch my head and my subject quickly follows suit.
I could hardly contain my excitement and thus had fun with this new 'bond' for the rest of the journey. Now here is the truly wonderful part. The bus pulls in at Accrington station. I sit an wait for a minute. Then as i stand up so does my subject i walk of the bus and start to walk up the hill my subject follows before looking confused and turning around to walk the other way. Now i have to admit that this was the first time this had worked for me so for the effect to be so extreme makes me over the moon.... i only hope that that was their bus stop.
Whilst traveling home today on the bus i decided to start using an old NLP (i shiver at the though of being branded one) technique (however a specific technique should actually be avoided at all costs if you my fellow world wonderers were to try it) called... actually i don't know the proper name ill call it imitating, there that doesn't sound fancy and explains itself enough i feel, now i see a potential subject get on after in blackburn and wonderfully sits across the aisle from me, right in my peripherals wonderful!
So i start to slowly almost copy everything my unsuspecting subject is doing and admittedly feel like i'm getting nowhere. then suddenly i got that feeling in the base of my throat and trying to escape was a yawn, oh no was ten minutes work about to be undone! I can't help it the yawn escapes but lo and behold my subject yawns seconds after me. Now i'm thinking this could all just be the yawning effect so i go to scratch my head and my subject quickly follows suit.
I could hardly contain my excitement and thus had fun with this new 'bond' for the rest of the journey. Now here is the truly wonderful part. The bus pulls in at Accrington station. I sit an wait for a minute. Then as i stand up so does my subject i walk of the bus and start to walk up the hill my subject follows before looking confused and turning around to walk the other way. Now i have to admit that this was the first time this had worked for me so for the effect to be so extreme makes me over the moon.... i only hope that that was their bus stop.
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