Liberating but hard to remember we're just bit-parts in the lives of people we know, who care very little for our secrets

In magic we have a variety of "uses" for our art beyond magic itself, which reminds me of the notion of art therapy. The rendering of art inferior to therapy is an interesting one: interesting in the sense that it makes me want to vomit angrily.

I would like a bit of me - that’s how I put my back out!

We're terrible at realising what goes on in other people's heads because we are trapped inside our own.

Few kids seek to learn a skill specifically designed to impress people unless they feel less than impressive themselves.

Booking an act for my Dad's 70th birthday, I wanted a great act and went straight to John Archer- his reputation in the magic world is among the very best. I was so pleased he was able to do it, and he absolutely brought the house down. It was brilliant, hysterically funny, and perfectly pitched for the occasion. He made the evening. I'd recommend him unreservedly.

A diner having a row with a waiter in a swanky restaurant chills the blood in a way that a quarrel over a pizza order elsewhere would never do. Compassion is rarely the custom of the privileged.