Last Christmas I gave you a start

The second strangest gig of my life took place last christmas in the London Planetarium. Although it's supposed to be some spacey thing, the place is littered with wax works! Everywhere you turn! I kept bumping into Patrick Moore all night, which is an experience nobody needs. Not only that, but when they fed us (a perk of a perky job) they let us eat in the 'Blush Room'; a room designed to look like a VIP party with about 50 very motionless celebrities. So there we are, just the two of us, at a quite comically romantic table, eating dinner in silence surrounded by a paparazzi world on pause. Anyway back to the gig; I pass the evening as usual doing card tricks like some performing seal, and towards the end of the night a girl came up to me and said 'I just wanted to tell you something: I hate my job, I hate the people and they hate me, they don't even know my name. Two weeks ago my boyfriend broke up with me, I have no friends inside or outside work, and my sister has just moved out of my flat. I've had the shittiest year, and the shittiest night, and I am dreading the next few months. But I want you to know, that card trick you did earlier? It made me feel the happiest I have felt in such a long time. Thank you so much, I can't thank you enough.' A card trick? Can you believe that? And as I stood there, listening to all of this, staring into those deep dark puppy dog eyes of hers, I couldn't help but think: What a weirdo!