Houdini Escapes Wire Tangles

Ever got your earphone wires in a tangle? 

Watch this fantastic escape by Handy Houdini. From being tightly wrapped in earphone cable to standing free and triumphant, Handy Houdini shows how easy it is to manage those bothersome smart phone earplug cables.

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Super-Hero Super-Villain Pt 6

Harris sat up straight in his office chair as he listened to Dawson's report over the phone.  Although he was glad to hear that no corpses had been discovered, he couldn't help but feel that it wouldn't be long before panic would set in over the city.  Dawson explained what he'd seen: the container carried by the stable lad, the nervous horses, the strange odour in the stables and the wooden frame propped up against the stable wall.  Harris wanted to know more about the frame in particular.  "What kind of wood was it made of?  How big was it? What was it for?  How was it held together...  Yes, how was it held together?"  This last questioned lingered on Harris' lips as Dawson struggled with the answer.  The best Dawson could do without actually retrieving the frame was to recall as much as he could and guess the rest.  "I think it was a wooden picture frame, Sir.  About 2 feet by 3 feet in size, made of dark wood."

"Yes, yes", replied Harris impatiently, "But how was it constructed?  Were there any nails in it?"

"Nails, Sir?"  Dawson was more puzzled now than before.  "I don't remember seeing any."  He paused, then breaking the silence asked, "What do you want me to do now,Sir?" 

"Stay put!" Harris replied sharply.  "Keep an eye on things til I get there.  Make a note of any movements.  I'll be there as soon as I can." 

As Dawson put down his phone he wished Harris would have told him what he was looking for.  He felt as though he was being kept out of the loop, in the dark, intentionally.  He still felt he had a lot to prove to get back into the innner circle.  The only thing he could do now was to follow orders to the letter.  He got his binoculars out of the glove compartment and tried to get comfortable in the driver's seat for the long wait ahead of him. 

Super-Hero Super-Villain Pt 5

Here is Mr Bagit's fifth installment of his first novel - 'Super-Hero Super-Villain'.

'As Dawson climbed out of his car, he noticed a lad in his twenties heading to what must have been the main stables.  Dawson had parked just behind some trees; a habit he had quickly developed after unearthing the reason for his nickname ‘Red’.  He hadn’t understood the moniker at first. He thought it was a joke about his slightly ginger hair until in a fit of anger after losing a murder suspect they’d been trailing for months, his partner had screamed at him, “What the hell is wrong with you?  You’re like a beacon, a flaming, flashing copper light, warning the scum we’re on their tails before we get close enough to nab ‘em.”  Dawson had been so embarrassed by the rant that he could say nothing at the time, but he decided that day that his first priority had to be to remove that stain on his name and those of his squad.  He knew that as part of the team, his blunders had not only upset his own promotional chances but those of his colleagues too.

Still observing from behind the trees Dawson noticed that the lad had reappeared from the stables with a large container of some kind.  ‘Meal for the horses, perhaps?’ thought Dawson absent-mindedly.  He waited until the lad had disappeared around the corner before he left the cover of the trees.  He slipped cautiously through the stable door and stood quietly as his eyes adjusted to the dark and his nose to the smell.  He’d been around horses before but this smell was somehow different.  He couldn’t place it, but he knew instinctively that something was not quite right.  He made his way from stall to stall, trying not to agitate the horses.  They were uneasy, and although he was a stranger to them he was sure that their anxiety must have been caused by something else.  He was just about to pass the fourth stall that had seemed empty from outside when he noticed something that was most definitely out of place there. Dawson entered the stall taking out his flashlight.  The small circle of light from his torch leapt across the straw carpet of the stall until it came to rest, hovering on the wooden frame propped up against the brick wall.  The object confirmed his first impressions that things were not right and that the horses had had good cause for concern.   He quickly checked the other stalls before taking photos and slipping out of the stables and back to his car to report to Harris immediately.'

   

Caught by The Paparazzi

Caught by the paparazzi taking his son for a walk, Bigfoot Bagtag was clearly surprised by how much attention he has been getting since his retirement from the sporting arena after his success at The London Olympics.  Perhaps the journalists want to know what he's going to do next.  "I'm taking Junior for an ice-cream" was the only reply we heard.