These are the deft hands of Phil. Phil's from Shanghai and has lived in Brisbane for two years. When he's not performing magic in the Queen Street Mall to earn a few $$$$ he's a student studying multimedia design at the Brisbane campus of Central Queensland University. I know this because I asked him. To me this is showing an interest, striking up a completely reasonable conversation with a stranger. Not so. This makes me a complete embarrassment, at least in the mind of my teen. Phil was the second stranger I chatted to today. The first was with a teenaged girl. I was with my own teenager as we waited to register for a workshop Theatre Boy is attending this week. The Melbourne lass was on her own and as I discovered on her first visit to Brisbane for the workshop. So I thought it would be friendly to have a chat. The eye rolling and desperate mouthing of the word "Mum" would suggest that I was being a total embarrassment. Excellent. Being an embarrassment is the job of the mother of a teen. The deck often seems firmly stacked in favour of the offspring and we don't have that many Aces up our sleeve but that's one of them. And not a bit of slight of hand involved.
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