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I was very encouraged to read this:
Interested observers on the ground, who have been many and raucous, have tried to overcome Mr Blaine's food shortage by throwing eggs, bananas and chips at him. According to the London Evening Standard, his sexual deprivation was sympathetically addressed by "two blondes" who bared their breasts, presumably in an upwards direction. Music was supplied, in the middle of the night, by an Indian bhangra drummer from Tooting, who managed to wake him up, along with many local residents. Another man fired off golf balls at him until his clubs were confiscated.
I think the most impressive piece of magic here is that he manages to annoy someone several thousand miles away. That's me, incidentally. I'm also informed that people have been shining laser pointers at him, causing the poor dear to think that guns are being aimed.
What else would really annoy him? Throwing those sticky "walk down windows" octopus things at the box? Maybe just ignoring him altogether would be the worst thing you could do. |
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