Strange moment of the day. (1 Viewer)

[peteCCFC]

Just a quick post match report, this is one of the strangest days of my life.

I set off for Plymouth around 6am, using public transport, 2 stops - Cov to Birmingham and then Birmingham to Plymouth Marsh Mills.
Decent journey, no delays and lots of snacks.
Arrive at Plymouth, found a local cafe to have a shit, end up chatting to a die-hard Plymouth Argyle fan, named Karl, who was very excitable. I walked to the ground with him and used him as a guide. All was going well until we stumbled upon David Blaine performing street magic.

Blaine noticed Karl's Plymouth scarf and lured him in. If Dave could guess the exact score of the upcoming match then he would perform a magic trick that would guarantee Argyle's victory. I was high as i'd consumed 3 funny cigs at this point, so just played along........

I started getting weirded out, but my new mate Karl was convinced of his team's abilities and accepted the challenge. Blaine handed him a sealed envelope with a cryptic message. I heard Karl predict the score, in favor of Argyle, 3 -1.

To everyone's surprise, apart from Karl and David Blaine, Plymouth won the match with the exact score Dave had predicted. Karl was waiting for me after the match, I don't know why.

I don't know if it was the real David Blaine, but fuck me it was strange. Karl ended up stealing my wallet at a local chicken shop, so can't get home from Plymouth.

Fuck David Blaine.
Fuck Magic.
Fuck Karl.

 

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[Sky_Blue_Dreamer]

Just a quick post match report, this is one of the strangest days of my life.

I set off for Plymouth around 6am, using public transport, 2 stops - Cov to Birmingham and then Birmingham to Plymouth Marsh Mills.
Decent journey, no delays and lots of snacks.
Arrive at Plymouth, found a local cafe to have a shit, end up chatting to a die-hard Plymouth Argyle fan, named Karl, who was very excitable. I walked to the ground with him and used him as a guide. All was going well until we stumbled upon David Blaine performing street magic.

Blaine noticed Karl's Plymouth scarf and lured him in. If Dave could guess the exact score of the upcoming match then he would perform a magic trick that would guarantee Argyle's victory. I was quite stoned at this point, so just played along........

I started getting weirded out, but my new mate Karl was convinced of his team's abilities and accepted the challenge. Blaine handed him a sealed envelope with a cryptic message. I heard Karl predict the score, in favor of Argyle, 3 -1.

To everyone's surprise, apart from Karl and David Blaine, Plymouth won the match with the exact score Dave had predicted.

I don't know if it was the real David Blaine, but fuck me it was strange. Karl ended up stealing my wallet, so can't get home from Plymouth.

Fuck David Blaine.
Fuck Magic.
Fuck Karl.

Did you ever retrieve your bike from that hedge?

 

[peteCCFC]

Did you ever retrieve your bike from that hedge?

I got a new one from Halfords. Luckily, with the job I have, I get a benefit on bikes and have spread payments over 120 months. Got a proper D Lock this time too.

 

[Jamesimus]

Just a quick post match report, this is one of the strangest days of my life.

I set off for Plymouth around 6am, using public transport, 2 stops - Cov to Birmingham and then Birmingham to Plymouth Marsh Mills.
Decent journey, no delays and lots of snacks.
Arrive at Plymouth, found a local cafe to have a shit, end up chatting to a die-hard Plymouth Argyle fan, named Karl, who was very excitable. I walked to the ground with him and used him as a guide. All was going well until we stumbled upon David Blaine performing street magic.

Blaine noticed Karl's Plymouth scarf and lured him in. If Dave could guess the exact score of the upcoming match then he would perform a magic trick that would guarantee Argyle's victory. I was quite stoned at this point, so just played along........

I started getting weirded out, but my new mate Karl was convinced of his team's abilities and accepted the challenge. Blaine handed him a sealed envelope with a cryptic message. I heard Karl predict the score, in favor of Argyle, 3 -1.

To everyone's surprise, apart from Karl and David Blaine, Plymouth won the match with the exact score Dave had predicted.

I don't know if it was the real David Blaine, but fuck me it was strange. Karl ended up stealing my wallet, so can't get home from Plymouth.

Fuck David Blaine.
Fuck Magic.
Fuck Karl.

Couple of questions regarding this @peteCCFC

What snacks did you have on the train?

How did Karl feel about the “red card” incident and will he stay in touch with David Blaine after today?

Thanks.

 

[peteCCFC]

Couple of questions regarding this @peteCCFC

What snacks did you have on the train?

How did Karl feel about the “red card” incident and will he stay in touch with David Blaine after today?

Thanks.

It was hard to know, Blaine would only let one of us behind his curtain, so I don't know what went on behind the scenes. I don't believe in that shit, I once visited a mystic who said my dog was about to die, I don't have a dog.

My snacks were impressive, but ruined by the person sat opposite watching me eat. 1 bag of Swiss nutty clouds, a pack of 6 pistachio cookies, 1 hummus and carrot snack box, 6 pack of twiglets, 4 crunchies, 8 carling. Job done.

 

[Bad Boy]

Just a quick post match report, this is one of the strangest days of my life.

I set off for Plymouth around 6am, using public transport, 2 stops - Cov to Birmingham and then Birmingham to Plymouth Marsh Mills.
Decent journey, no delays and lots of snacks.
Arrive at Plymouth, found a local cafe to have a shit, end up chatting to a die-hard Plymouth Argyle fan, named Karl, who was very excitable. I walked to the ground with him and used him as a guide. All was going well until we stumbled upon David Blaine performing street magic.

Blaine noticed Karl's Plymouth scarf and lured him in. If Dave could guess the exact score of the upcoming match then he would perform a magic trick that would guarantee Argyle's victory. I was high as i'd consumed 3 funny cigs at this point, so just played along........

I started getting weirded out, but my new mate Karl was convinced of his team's abilities and accepted the challenge. Blaine handed him a sealed envelope with a cryptic message. I heard Karl predict the score, in favor of Argyle, 3 -1.

To everyone's surprise, apart from Karl and David Blaine, Plymouth won the match with the exact score Dave had predicted. Karl was waiting for me after the match, I don't know why.

I don't know if it was the real David Blaine, but fuck me it was strange. Karl ended up stealing my wallet at a local chicken shop, so can't get home from Plymouth.

Fuck David Blaine.
Fuck Magic.
Fuck Karl.

Wow what a boring life you live

 

[no_loyalty]

I got a new one from Halfords. Luckily, with the job I have, I get a benefit on bikes and have spread payments over 120 months. Got a proper D Lock this time too.

You going to cycle to Wembley if we get through pal? can cycle all the way along the canal from Brum.

 

[oscillatewildly]

You going to cycle to Wembley if we get through pal? can cycle all the way along the canal from Brum.

Probably not a good idea - You do know that the likes of Penn & Teller, David Copperfield and the ghost of Harry Houdini are often found loitering along the towpaths of the Grand Union?
I'm not sure we're ready for the next instalment.

 

[mmttww]

You going to cycle to Wembley if we get through pal? can cycle all the way along the canal from Brum.