The curious incident of the curb-stone at the convention
Having been asked to write a tribute to my dearly departed friend and mentor Eugene Burger (THE philosopher of magic), I’m indebted to Magicseen Magazine for their kind permission to attach it here.
‘Weston-Super-Mare council weren’t to know. How could they? The pavement curb stone outside of the Playhouse Theatre was just another everyday mundane slab of concrete.
The gala show at the Bristol Day of Magic was enjoyable and the conventioneers had gathered on the pavement outside to bid farewell for another year. Like most conventions being a social occasion interspersed with the occasional packet trick and pint.
I was unexpectedly shoved from behind, with a growling voice apologising profusely. I turned to steady the attacker from further onslaught and came face-to-face with a living legend. He had tripped on the curb without being intoxicated (unusual for the inhabitants of Weston) and steadied himself on my wire-like frame.
And that was how I met the man who would go on to become one of my dearest friends, mentor and adopted granddad; Eugene Burger.’ [To read the rest, please click the link below]