At the time of writing David Blaine is still in his box down by Tower Bridge. Yesterday, to my deep personal joy, someone on the radio finally slipped up and referred to "David Blaine's Box".
A rather unexpected side-effect to this rather tasteless stunt (there are millions of people out there who are starving
for real), is the rather inventive way Londonders have set about torturing this rather tiresome little man. Routinely someone walks past every day asking "Is he dead yet?". So far several people have wafted the smell of food at him (while eating it rather ostentatiously), he has been flashed at, mooned at, and had a guy do his own street magic beneath him. I thought the most inventive attack was a group of golfers who tee'd off at the box from the safety of Tower Bridge (which offered a quick getaway route) but then came this planned fusion of zeitgeists - Flash Mobbing David Blaine
OUTintheUK Press Release
[Since writing, one group has hovered a radio-controlled model helicopter right next to the box - dangling a hamburger on a wire - and the local council has come up with the ultimate indignity - they're billing him for the cost of police cover for the entire 44 days]
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