In the hoolymagooly of my crazy life right now I forgot to write about a really amazing show I saw in a properly odd place at an even odder Sunday afternoon time. My dearest friend, who is also the author of toingtoing,celebrated his birthday with a weekend away in Betty’s Bay and on the Sunday afternoon, after celebration lunch, about ten of us moved the lounge furniture around to watch a very intimate version of Stuart Lightbody’s magic show. He is a sleight of hand artist, who goes to great lengths to explain that what he is doing is tricks, and then he blows your mind when he does them.
I must confess, the thought of watching a magic show is quite boring. I remember stinky old men that my mother and auntie called “retired”, with frayed clothes, a battered old top hat, a pigeon, a rabbit (if you were lucky) and countless coloured scarves tied together. Oh and dusty bunches of feathers in a collapsible bouquet.
Stuart is nothing like that. He is young and totally charming. He gets passionate and committed. And his tricks are totally amazing. He is also a natural in front of an audience. He literally had us in the palm of his very sleighty hand.