Climbing into the car with the kiddies after school, I overheard a Mum talking to her child as they walked past. (The car windows were open - it has been very warm for March).
And Mum says, "We must go straight home - Uncle Derren is cutting the grass."
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Derren ? Really ? ? As in one of my heroes? ? ?
(See my Heroes page. Later though, I haven't put him on there yet).
The inscrutable Mr Derren Brown of Mind-Melding and Pointy Beard fame? Whose sleight of brain and sharpness of hand have enthralled and delighted me since first I clapped eyes on him?
As is oft said in the mighty 'Highlander' films, there can ( surely ? ) be only one !
My head swivels almost a full 360 degrees as I seek out the speaker of those tantalising words, and, within approximately 2.936 seconds of hearing his name uttered, I actually thought to myself,
'I wonder if I can follow them home . . ?'
I hasten to add that sanity managed to claw its way back in before I put my foolish thoughts into action.
Besides, what on earth did I think I would do when I got there?
"Please don't be alarmed madam, I followed you home from school. Is Derren Brown mowing your lawn?"
Not sure she'd have been entirely accommodating.
You see? Stalker Tendencies. It's a worry.
|Not Derren Brown not cutting the grass|