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From: hypersang
Date: Mon Mar 10, 2003 3:04am
Subject: [Derren Brown] Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Version
I'm still gutted that I couldn't get hold of the newspaper!
I actually went out driving to look for the damn paper lol, wished I
knew earlier.
Same happened with the Evening Standard last thursday but luckily it
was still being sold at 2am lol. This time it was sold out :(
Sang
--- In a previous message Blue Chip wrote:
> You have done a great job - thank you for the effort - it *IS*
appreciated :-)
>
> At 02:44 10/03/03 +0000, you wrote:
> >Almost complete version. This is the remainder picking up from the
> >sentence the previous post left off...
> >
> >
> >
> >"I'm not particularly dark you know," he says at one point. I am
not
> >so sure about this. Behind Brown's carefully erected 'winning
> >manner', there's something eerily detached about him. But then he
> >does lead a strange life: both seeing through people and bending
> >them to his will. That must be pretty isolating. It also hints at a
> >wish - or compulsion - to make others do his bidding.
> >
> >When i ask Brown if he is a very controlling person, he bends and
> >writhes his neck and steeples his fingers. "I like things around me
> >to be just how i like them. That doesn't, i hope, extend to making
> >people behave in a certain way. Not when i'm not performing anyway.
> >It's more about having my own little corner."
> >
> >"On the other hand, last night I went to the theatre - alone - and
> >there was someone behind me who was having a banal conversation
with
> >his wife. Also he was breathing quite heavily. Stuff like that
> >irritates the hell out of me. I suppose I really must be a control
> >freak if it bugs me that much. You see, what i really would have
> >loved was my own provate performance - that would have been
perfect."
> >
> >He pauses, then says abruptly and with real passion. "More than
> >anything else, I hate mediocrity. Just loathe it."
> >
> >Although single at the moment, Brown has had girlfriends in the
> >past - and will again soon, he hopes. I imagine that he'd be quite
a
> >handful. After asking for the cheese trolley to be moved - because
> >the smell is affecting his enjoyment of the pudding - he talks
> >fondly about one ex-girlfriend, but then says that what really
> >united them was that she was even more solitary than he is.
> >
> >Afterwards, we get into another mini-cab. Brown sits in front with
> >the driver, which i think is a little strange, but perhaps he's
just
> >being friendly. Or else i'm giving off a cheesy aroma.
> >
> >"So, how lucky are you in that betting shop?" he asks the
> >driver. "Eh? How do you know that" says the driver understandably
> >startled. "Because i've seen you coming out of it." "Ah...right."
> >The driver gives a rueful laugh. "Well, not that lucky, frankly."
> >
> >When we get out of the cab, Brown says, "For the record i've never
> >seen that man coming out of a betting shop." "How did you know
> >then?" "Just a guess. His general demeanour. Also, he's recently
> >been divorced." "Hold on, How the bloody......"
> >
> >"Because there was a mark on his wedding finger where a ring had
> >been. He's been trying to smarten himself up, too. That's why he's
> >been on a diet - his belt had been taken in by two notches.
> >
> >"So you see," he says, "some of it is just about keeping your eyes
> >open."
> >
> >End of article.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >[e-mail address removed]
> >
> >
> >
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