I opened a book festival with bespoke magic. It was a local affair, with the best kind of people. Bookish and quiet yes, but saucy and suave too. The Edinburgh Book festival has nothing on this vivid upstart, who have injected the fermentation induced frivolity back into literature.  I performed on cue, on time, and under budget.

They needed me to print all their programme flyers free of cost magically, and I am pleased to say I obliged. It couldn’t have been accomplished if their designer and the festival directors were not so collaborative and creative. They were, and it was.

There were many other people there I enjoyed the company of, the mentor, the booksellers, the whirlwind. The ladies, and their respective men. Some other performers were present too, people I had never met before, wandering about and blending in. Interestingly I was introduced to my narrator, who I have to say was very pleasant. It is not every day one gets to meet their narrator, so as you can imagine, even I was speechless.

We were accused of being “dadaesque” by parts of the varied crowd, which I can only take as a compliment. A lovely lady appeared grinning at me afterwards and told me she had loved my trick. I poured myself into the to the pub with the others, and while some very strange dialogues began there, it was a pleasant enough evening.

I even performed a coin trick.

For those of you indulging this year, the event in the Blue Blazer would be my pick of the programme. I suspect the victorian fair will be great fun as well. I have it on authority there will be some street musicians who just happen to show up at the time.