Last night was a great gig in Brighton. A magic birthday party at a lovely house in one of the posh squares on the front. I entertained the guests when the arrived and then between dinner courses did close up magic at the table to give the cook/wife a bit of breathing space. It was only 12 people there so I had a real chance to show them why I am constantly referred to as The Most Bloody Lovely Magician In Brighton.*
*By my cat. If she could talk. She thinks it though. I can tell.