Stu,
How are you mate?
It's been a while, but for good reason. I'm not absolutely sure where, exactly I am right now. But tomorrow, I'm off to somewhere else, via some old rust-bucket mailboat. I'm due to be dropped off at a sparsely populated venue that my sources ( or maybe,'sauces') refer to, only obliquely, as "infested with parasites". The mosquitos apparantly, are "overwhelming", and I met a displaced local in a bar tonight who described them as "like flocks of pigeons". I think the pigeon simile was for my benfit, as an englishman. There was no mention of Nelson or, thankfully, his column.
Encouragingly, I heard on the radio yesterday there had been a riot amongst the few residents there at the weekend. A man was beaten to death, and guns were fired into the air. The national guard was despatched immediately, but they're not expected to arrive until next Tuesday. I'm just praying to god they haven't closed the only bar.
Anyway, I have a cunning scheme up my sleeve, hence the purpose of my post. I have your brown paper envelope and "special" decks with me, and I plan to baffle, impress and generally acheive deity status by going through your card tricks, - which I've got to say had a similar impression on me earlier this year in June, when I think, and I'm positive I'm not mistaken, you retrieved the ten of diamonds from a place on my person that not even I had clapped eyes on. I reckon I can't fail, but I'm loth to put money on it, which isn't a good sign.
In closing, I'd like to say I've had far too much gin, and typing this, with one finger, has brought me out into a very clammy sweat, but no matter how hard I try, I can't really say that this is a bad thing.
As always, I'll be on the lookout for a motor racing connection.
H
