THE DAY I BOUGHT A MAGIC TRICK
Up the shop there was a stall selling magic tricks.
I expect that when I was in hospital they must have fitted me with donkey ears and tattooed ‘MUG’ on my forehead because they saw me coming alright.
This bloke showed me a couple of tricks. The second one has only got three cards in it. I couldn’t work out quite how it was done but the end result was amazing. It was a variation of the three-card monte but on the packet said ‘COLOR MONTE’. Hmmmm….
‘How much is that then?’
‘Six quid.’
‘What’s your best price?’
‘Six quid.’
I’ll give you four.’
He started putting the packets back together with rubber bands round them so I let him waste his time for a bit.
‘So you want six quid for three cards made in China do you?’
‘No, they’re made in England.’
Well that must be the England where they can’t spell ‘Colour’ for a start so I offered him four again.
He was starting to get a bit annoyed now so I let him smell the money. I wafted a tenner under his nose. I offered him a fiver.
So I got my magic trick for a fiver and now all I have to do is work out how it works. It’s only three cards and I thought that even I can do that. The bloody instructions go on for about a year.
He did show me a good one which was a pack of cards that he spread out to show they were all different. Then he turned them over and riffled through and I had to pick one. I took one and it was the 7 of spades. Then he put the pack back together and said ‘OK, now put the 7 of spades back on the top’ and then he turned the deck back over to show they were all different. Then he did it again, 7 of spades, and for six quid I would have learned the secret. But I didn’t.
You wait til I get good at my Colour Monte though. I’ll have your pockets inside-out.
