{"id":370,"date":"2010-03-11T14:12:57","date_gmt":"2010-03-11T14:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/?p=370"},"modified":"2012-05-29T22:01:58","modified_gmt":"2012-05-29T21:01:58","slug":"uri-geller-buys-a-big-rock-near-my-mum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/2010\/03\/uri-geller-buys-a-big-rock-near-my-mum\/","title":{"rendered":"Uri Geller buys a big rock near my Mum – cheek!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Just imagine the scene, a small East Lothian town, North Berwick on a sunny March day as the circus that is Uri Geller and his merry band of followers\u00a0rolls into town. <\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n

You see, Uri bought\u00a0 The Lamb\u00a0island a small outcrop of rock just off the\u00a0coast\u00a0\u00a0a year ago as the lay lines and forces that be, decreed to him it was a very special place.\u00a0 As you can see from this\u00a0bit of VT above he could have done a lot worse.<\/p>\n

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What Uri talks - if you want to put it politely<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

So laylines withstanding he used his visit as an opportunity to gather together some\u00a0 locals \u00a0in the town\u00a0to talk turkey\u00a0– or whatever it is you call what\u00a0he does. Once he had their attention, he sat them\u00a0 down and\u00a0gave them all a radish seed, as you do.<\/p>\n

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Amazing! Radish! Wooooooh! <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

How I wish I had been there.\u00a0 However, a first hand account tells me\u00a0 Uri then asked them to stare at the seed and watch as it started to grow.\u00a0 Well of course if you’re there with some warm cotton wool, a small spray gun and the patience of a saint it probably would start to grow eventually. But instantly? As the sceptical and believing around him collectively stared at their seeds\u00a0 the silence was broken when one no nonsense wifie piped up in her clear Scots accent.<\/p>\n

‘So Uri, yer nae doin’ that spoony thing any mair then?’ ***<\/p>\n

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This man was near my Mum's house. Not too happy about that.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Temporarily distracted from his seed sprouting Uri\u00a0waffled a moment looking\u00a0a tad uncomfortable before changing the subject, saying farewell and heading for the boat that was to take him off\u00a0to his island for the night.<\/p>\n

When he arrived on it \u00a0he expressed surprise it was made of rock. Bless him, what did he think it would be made of\u00a0? Cheese perhaps?\u00a0\u00a0The realisation that he had bought a bigs stone must have\u00a0instantaneously\u00a0\u00a0put his theory that some ancient Goddess had buried her treasure\u00a0there into the realms of fantasy\u00a0as it did\u00a0the reason he bought the place in the first place. Yup it was instantly clear you \u00a0couldn’t bury a tube of smarties on the ground let alone the\u00a0treasures of the ancient world.<\/p>\n

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Photo from his website. Personally I think he should invest in a decent digital camera. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\u00a0\u00a0But he’d come all that way, so \u00a0he spent a night in a sleeping bag, in March, on an\u00a0uninhabited \u00a0rock in Scotland. Aye. I did that once for my Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award and vowed never to\u00a0 repeat the experience.<\/p>\n

He has written about his experience on his website\u00a0 where he also posted some of the worst photos I have ever seen since I was hoodwinked into buying a Kodak Disc Camera (what you too?) in 1985. In the one above he is amazed at the piece of stuff on the rock (very geological I know) and asks his web readers to tell him what they think it looks like. I think it looks like the top of someones head but there you are I’m \u00a0no expert.<\/p>\n

I’m also \u00a0no\u00a0mind reader but\u00a0I\u00a0predict\u00a0 the laylines will call to him from a slightly warmer place next time.<\/p>\n

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Local demonstrating his thoughts on Geller's treasure theory.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\u00a0Cuba anyone?<\/p>\n

*** Translation of Scots vernacular above.<\/p>\n

‘Excuse me, Mr Geller Sir, would it be fair to assume at this juncture that\u00a0you have desisted from the spoon bending phenomena for which you were once so famous before you started hanging around with Michael Jackson? Replacing it instead with the rather unusual horitcultural trick you are now bamboozling us with?’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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