I told you all that Paul Alberstat was feeling the cold. He is going down to Vegas to warm up.
I have just left Las Vegas. He is obviously showing good timing.
Beware though. There are [censored] vibes in Vegas. I shall say no more.
I have just read his instructions on how to frighten old ladies. It ill behooves him to call ME childish after that.
Since he is in a mood for amusement I can tell him how to do a frightening piece of mentalism while he is in Vegas.
There is a young man who is working at the Houdini Magic shops in Vegas. I think he is at the Venetian. He will be recognisable because he has an English accent. His name is Ronnie. No relation to me.
He has no idea that I know all about him. A friend of mine in England happens to know him and gave me the following information. He worked in the Vauxhall holiday camp in England. He comes from Norwich, near Great Yarmouth. He is a friend of Johnny Laff, the comedian. He recently had an article in a local British newspaper heralding his adventures in Las Vegas.
If you approach this young man, stare at him in a serious manner, pretend that you can read minds, impart the above information to him in a David Blaine type weird manner. Then walk away as a mysterious stranger. The poor kid will go absolutely white. Nobody could possibly know this information 5000 miles away from England.
There we are.Just trying to keep you occupied, Paul.