Being a magician at kids parties is mostly a really happy and rewarding profession but there are those times when a magic show just doesn't go to plan.

Last weekend is a point in case.

I arrived at the house where the 7 yr old girl's party was booked. Finding a place to park was a challenge because of the abandoned cars that seemed to scatter the immediate frontage of this house.

In I went and announced my arrival in a loud and cheerful way to keep with the festive mood of a children's party. Not one adult responded. Instead they chose to stay seated with their arms crossed. They weren't just not talking to me, no one was talking to anyone. Their silence though was deafening compared to the lack of noise from the children. Where were they?

The surly Mum approached and asked where I wanted to set up? "Can I meet the kids first?", I jumped in. I always spend a few minutes just building rapport with kids at a birthday party.

I followed her inside and there were the kids slumped on the couches watching TV. "Who wants to see a magic show?," I enthused. With barely a mutter they straggled out side and flopped down with their vacant looks directed at me.

The energy all around was underwhelming. The sooner I start, the sooner I'm out of here was my new found motivation. The show was passable as I have plenty of laugh points built into the show that ALWAYS get reactions from anybody with at least half a heartbeat. Things were going ok until the boy with the juice bottle launched it at me getting a clean hit to my chest. Normally I would have quietly packed up and left the premises by this stage but the amount of beer being consumed by the heavily tattooed adults persuaded me otherwise.

I quickly packed up and wheeled my boxes out. Not one eyelid was batted, not one word spoken by the now alcohol fuelled adults. I came and went without making a mark on their lives. That is in stark contrast to the mark they left on mine.

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