We
stayed a couple of hours around lunchtime, (the
Burger Van drove me crazy after a hour, I don't know
how The Blaine's belly coped with the aromas coming
through his little window) We met a fan called Zoë
who pointed out people and told us about his ''Number
One Fan'' who slept in a sleeping bag under David
Blaine's box.
Lynsey
and I waved at The Blaine and I took photo's and
videoed him having a wee in his tube. He waved at us
a couple of times and I mouthed to him at one point
''Get out the box'' but of course, he didn't. Lynsey
felt for sure she had a 'moment' with him. She was so
pleased we had come.
Whatever
people's reasons for being there, the atmosphere was
like that of a special occasion. There seemed to me
an air of ''this is a once in a lifetime thing.''
There were some 'interesting' people in the crowd,
who I'll fondly refer to as nutters, but they'd
refer to themselves as 'fans' who felt they had a
connection to The Blaine that no one else did.
The TV
camera man who was filming it for Channel 4, or Sky
One (I'm not sure) soon zoomed in on their heated
debate. In some ways, the people watching The Blaine
were more interesting than he was. It illustrated for
me, just how many people are influenced by the media,
and how they can become engrossed and immersed in
celebrities and their lives.
We left
and visited some other famous landmarks around
London, but returned later to see The Blaine again,
once more before we went home. I can imagine saying
one day when I'm old and doddery; ''I remember when
we saw The Blaine in his box.'' I know for sure I
won't forget it.