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From: Blue Chip
Date: Mon Mar 10, 2003 3:21pm
Subject: Re: [Derren Brown] Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Version
Im missing something here - WHAT Taxi Driver??
>Hmmmm ... all his brilliant deductions are when he is outside the cab
>where they can't be verified. The interviewer can't check
>these "facts". Db even admits the betting shop is a guess.
>
>I think db likes to take risks and if they come off then he can
>embellish it with his Sherlock Holmes bit. If they don't they get
>quickly forgotten. If the taxi driver had said he didn't go into that
>betting shop would the interviewer even remember the comment had been
>made?
>
>We'll never really know.....unless the taxi driver was impressed
>enough by db to join this group!
>
>/mike--- In a previous message Barry wrote:
> > That taxi driver bit is pure Sherlock Holmes stuff and we're all
>the
> > astounded Dr Watsons!
> >
> > 'You know my methods Watson - apply them!'
> >
> > Barry
> >
> > --- In a previous message killerb_0187 wrote:
> > > I don't know about you guys, but the last bit in this article
> > really
> > > had an overwhelming effect on me. I started feeling my heart
> > beating
> > > quite heavily.
> > >
> > > It really goes to show how much we really can learn about people
>by
> > > simply watching them.
> > >
> > > What I want to know is why Derren even sat in the front seat in
>the
> > > first place. I mean he must have dedected something from the cab-
> > > driver from the start. Simply amazing, that's all I can say.
> > >
> > >
> > > --- In a previous message uberman_21 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.
>
>
>
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| Replies | Author | Yahoo! ID | Date | Size |
| 3271: Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Ver | Blue Chip | cs_bluechip | Mon 10/03/2003 | 7 KB |
| 3274: Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Ver | mjm710 | mjm710 | Mon 10/03/2003 | 4 KB |
| 3277: Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Ver | killerb_0187 | killerb_0187 | Mon 10/03/2003 | 7 KB |
| 3272: Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Ver | hypersang | hypersang | Mon 10/03/2003 | 7 KB |
