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From: hypersang
Date: Mon Mar 10, 2003 3:29pm
Subject: Re: Sunday Telegraph 9/03/03 Can this man read minds? - Complete Version
Read the article again, near the end he mentioned that he got into a
cab and sat at the front instead of at the back.
Sang
--- In a previous message Blue Chip wrote:
> 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.
> >
> >
> >
> >[e-mail address removed]
> >
> >
> >
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