I’ve decided to try and teach myself to memorise a pack of cards in five minutes. I know, I know… it’s just my latest little obsessive distraction from the everyday traumas of being me, but I don’t care. I’m gonna do it anyway. I’ve looked up loads of information about how professional memory athletes do it and I’ve already started doing the mental exercises that should lead me to being able to hold tons of useless information for a short amount of time. Perfect for showing off at parties, or possibly to help me win a fortune at a blackjack table in Las Vegas. I’m not sure yet, I haven’t decided how far to take it. There is a scenario I can envisage where I convince Philippa to have a belated extra honeymoon in Monaco and I become the first person to successfully card-count and break a casino without in turn having most of his extremities removed in a dark-suited onslaught of vengeance from the owners. There is also another more likely scenario where I get bored of all this in about two weeks and never see it through to completion.
RC 16-5-17
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