I do love black jacks. The aniseed chews, not the playing cards. I haven't had them for ages, but I bought a pack yesterday and now I'm hopelessly addicted to the things. It's no wonder I'm so big and fat, is it?
Anyway, James and James are coming round tomorrow to run through our amazing memory presentation for the unis. What we're doing, and I don't think I've really explained in this blog before, is putting on a performance demonstrating feats of memory, explaining something about techniques, in conjunction with sending out a 'memory manual' to all these eager young students, then organising university memory competitions. It should be a lot of fun, and if you're a student and you're reading this, go and ask your university whether we're coming or whether they didn't reply to us (it was the psychology department who got the emails/letters).
I should point out that it's James Paterson who had the idea and who has done the enormous amount of work on this whole project, ably assisted by James Paterson. I'm basically just tagging along in the hope of impressing some impressionable young minds with my collection of trophies and accolades and thus helping the Jameses recruit new competitors to the exciting world of 'memory sports'.