I’ve got to get a new job.
I’ve got to learn to code properly.
Jus’ fine, my favorite British stud!
Did you get my e-mail? I had a bit of an e-mail issue for a day or so.
Shiiiiiiiiiit, I’d be too busy with her box to be gettin’ into a plastic box.
From the Los Angeles Times (Los Angeles, California, USA) - 15 September 2003
The jeers? No illusion
By William Wallace, Special to The Times
The fact that David Blaine is getting all this attention from people shows that the trick (I still can’t figure out if it is a magic trick or a feat of endurance, if there is indeed a difference between the two) is provoking people’s interest. The worst that could happen is that no one would be paying attention. So it’s a successful stunt.
The fact that there is dispute in this thread as to whether or not he is receiving “food” from outside the box, e.g. nutrients in the water, seems to qualify it as a magic trick - people don’t believe that he can survive that long without food, so he must be getting some by a “trick”.
i’m perfectly sure its possible to survive that long on just water, as someone said before in this thread, he’s more to lose by being revealed as a fraud than as actually doing it straight up. and yes, im aware he’s an illusionist, but thats not what he’s doing here, IMHO.
what im absolutely dead sure of though, is i could do 44 days without food, 44 days without a wank…at a big push, but could i fuck do 44 days without lager.
unless in my version its pure grolsch coming down that tube rather than water. which would lead to ALL sorts of health problems, but at least i’d be too pissed to notice.
Christ, i’ve got a liver like a coral reef as it is…
Actually, despite claims to the contrary, the chances of the stomach punches doing Houdini in are very slim. He died from appendicitis–because he was too stubborn to go check himself into the hospital. The punches seem to be just a coincidence, and possibly a reason for Houdini not realizing he was as sick as he was.
Just curious – is he still in the box? Are the crowds still taunting him?
Yes. And yes.
The rumour is that this is the build-up to a spectacular trick… that, soon, the rope supporting the box will “snap”, he’ll fall into the Thames and “drown”, only to reappear (what… three days later?) somewhere else. like magic.
Shazam.
Not sure I believe that rumour, but it seems people are unwilling to believe that a bloke will sit in a box, do nothing for 44 days, then get out of the box. All in the name of “entertainment”.
A few newspaper articles I read said the crowds are now getting more curious and supportive than they were.
Last I read he was going to get a lumpy envelope containing a bill for the policing of this shambles. I hope that’s not too impolite.
Anyone seen those little animated gifs of him wanking ? It’s all very silly stuff . . .
he’s started going bonkers now, folding and refolding his blanket over and over
ENTERTAINING!
the press seem to have lost all interest, but heres where it should start to get good, as his brain gets slowly removed from reality. they fear for his heart due to the erratic weather conditions and loss of salt from his body. also, sudden impacts against the box could lead to a heart attack.
if anybody wants to join me, im on heart attack detail saturday morning. one well aimed chocolate bourbon
and
its
all
over…
Did anyone read about Sir Paul McCartney, who got papped at the Blainebox last weekend, and allegedly said “you’re not getting any pictures of me today. I’m here to see this stupid cunt in a box.”
That’s no way for Sir Macca to talk about a Straight Dope member!
if i was david blaine, id go, ‘oh look, its that stupid cunt from the beatles’
i hate paul mccartney
I was an hour early for my meeting at the LUC yesterday (Minster Court, just off Great Tower Street), so I spent the 10 minutes necessary to walk over to Blaine-inna-box.
I was surprised to see a fenced-off section right underneath the box that you had to pass through security to get to. On who’s authority can they do that?
Anyway, 2 grinning geezers who clearly didn’t give a stuff about Blaine either way stopped me at the entrance. “Let’s see inside yer briefcase”, one said. “Yer, you look like an egger”, the other chuckled, “You could 'ave cakes or anything in there.” These were clearly people who loved their job.
They took a perfunctory look and in I went.
Very silent, was my feeling. There were a few people there, mostly simply curious. There was some small feeling of support but nothing major. Mostly people with their hands above their eyes shielding the sun staring at Blaine staring at them. He was hairy. The crowd waved. He waved back. It resembled nothing so much as a gorilla in a zoo.
I sat on a bench, phoned my estate agent to book some house viewings and left. The phone conversation was the highlight of the trip and it was to an estate agent ferchrissakes.
So there you go. Man in a can and quite pointlessly so. But at least some urban scallies are getting a fun job out of it.
pan
Same authority that lets bouncers set up stall on the pavement outside nightclubs with those barriers, etc. My guess, an olde local authority public order-concerned by-law. Or they could be winging it.
What did you think of Ken’s new palace?
jjimm - I was suggesting Macca was talking about paulberserker, but the “in a box” bit at the end of your post means I was writing nonsense. Again. Sorry!
hold on, are you calling me a cunt?
Keep up! It was Sir Paul Everything I did Was Yesterday McCartney what called you a cunt. I’d glass him.