According to the excellent Ross Noble, who we saw last night, people have been trying to throw stuff at David Blaine. One group of people have been trying to hit him with golf balls. They haven’t just been throwing them at him either. No, they “introduced an element of sport to proceedings” by taking a couple of clubs out to one of London’s parks and aiming with those. That’s just fantastic; as Noble pointed out, Blaine clearly hadn’t counted on the cynical edge to most Londoners (he went on to suggest that we all wait until it’s about 30 days into the “challenge” and then throw sticky buns at him – not so that he’ll get them, but so they’ll stick to the side of his perspex case and slowly slide down).

Noble was on top form last night, and I’d encourage you to see his show before the run ends at the end of the month. It was almost an entirely different show from the one we saw only a couple of months ago, with only hover donkeys making a notable reappearance, but that’s hardly surprising given that he’s – brilliantly – making most of the thing up on the spot. The show is all the better for it, as well; the jokes that have obviously been prepared somehow just aren’t quite as funny as the wonderfully daft tangents his improvisation leads him off on.