headscratcher4
15th September 2003, 09:41 AM
Article on Blaine in today's NYTimes...pointing out that the stunt is not impressing cynical Londoners.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2003/09/15/international/europe/15LOND.html
Here is a portion:
The ridicule started soon after his stunt began, when he was pelted with bananas, French fries and eggs that dripped down the side of his temporary home. Humiliatingly, his German girlfriend, Manon von Gerkan, had to be cranked up on a crane to wash the box with a cloth. "I find it quite bizarre that people here have felt it necessary to throw eggs and other things at David," she told reporters. "We never had anything like this in New York."
Other teases followed: a hamburger van pulled up beneath him, ostentatiously frying onions and other pungent foods intended to make his mouth water. A group of men positioned themselves on Tower Bridge and tried, unsuccessfully, to hit him with golf balls. Some women took their tops off and flashed their breasts at him.
Perhaps worst of all, a group congregated drunkenly beneath his box in the middle of the night, banging loudly on a drum when Mr. Blaine tried to go to sleep.
Mr. Blaine's handlers raised his box a bit, so it was not so close to the public, erected a wire fence around the spot over which he is hanging, and hired the sort of security guards who usually can be found outside violence-prone nightclubs in scary parts of town.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2003/09/15/international/europe/15LOND.html
Here is a portion:
The ridicule started soon after his stunt began, when he was pelted with bananas, French fries and eggs that dripped down the side of his temporary home. Humiliatingly, his German girlfriend, Manon von Gerkan, had to be cranked up on a crane to wash the box with a cloth. "I find it quite bizarre that people here have felt it necessary to throw eggs and other things at David," she told reporters. "We never had anything like this in New York."
Other teases followed: a hamburger van pulled up beneath him, ostentatiously frying onions and other pungent foods intended to make his mouth water. A group of men positioned themselves on Tower Bridge and tried, unsuccessfully, to hit him with golf balls. Some women took their tops off and flashed their breasts at him.
Perhaps worst of all, a group congregated drunkenly beneath his box in the middle of the night, banging loudly on a drum when Mr. Blaine tried to go to sleep.
Mr. Blaine's handlers raised his box a bit, so it was not so close to the public, erected a wire fence around the spot over which he is hanging, and hired the sort of security guards who usually can be found outside violence-prone nightclubs in scary parts of town.