Ever since watching Derren Brown - The Heist on Channel 4 last Wednesday, I've had "Can You Feel It" by the Jackson Five (or rather, The Tamperer featuring Maya and "Feel It") rattling constantly round my mind, along with the urge to hold up security vans.
I was thinking about going to see the scary-bearded mind-melder on his "Something Wicked..." tour, however I think I'd be too worried.
You see, the ballroom-dancing ex-law-student hypnotised me 14 years ago, back when he was a hypnotist called Darren V Brown. Myself and others got up on stage and, in order to test our pliability, were persuaded that we were in a number situations standard to stage hynotists. I'm perhaps a bit hypersuggestible (or maybe I was just a drunk), but I ended up getting taken off stage and "relaxed" when I got a bit agitated (the "freezing cold" suggestion bleeding over into the subsequent "racing driver" suggestion).
It's actually very nice being relaxed by Derren Brown. Maybe I was at an impressionable age and he's now seeded my psyche with his evil intentions on making me his love-slave. That would explain why he reminds me of Richard O'Brien, in face and in voice. If I was a lady or a gay non-lady I would think of them both of cutie-pies. Bloody hypnotists.
So for this reason, I don't think I'll go and see him on tour. I don't want to be his hypno-bitch.
Good showman, all the same. And respect to anyone who shows up the reality behind magicians, mind-readers, spoon-benders, spiritualists (of all religions and none), politicians, and their ilk.