Psychic Angela wasn't there when I went to see her. I think she knew I was coming.

I’m known for my fondness of psychics.  It’s not something I do on a regular basis, although a concerned friend told me the other week about an old lady who spent her life savings on visiting psychics as a “cautionary tale.”

I once went to see a well-known TV psychic on her road tour.  I’m fascinated at how it all works, and although I try and be as sceptical as the next person, not least when spirits quite often only give their first names and even then there’s some ambiguity (“Joe … Joseph … perhaps John …”), I often leave convinced that there was no jiggery pokery going on.  That’s a phrase you don’t hear enough of nowadays.

She began by describing a very sad scene of a young man who had taken his own life, outlining exactly how he’d committed suicide, and that she was getting the name Daniel or Danny.  She also gave a fairly decent indication of what his surname might be.  A gentleman put his hand up and shouted the stock phrase of, “I can take that.”  (You get to find out psychic speak at these events along with favoured interval music.  “One Night in Heaven,” and, “Heaven is a Place on Earth,” seem to be particularly popular.)

A microphone was rushed over to him and he said that he’d come along because of Danny.  He described how Danny had been very unhappy at home, and had a difficult relationship with his family, especially his mother.  The psychic then asked this gentleman why she’d begun feeling so cold and had started to shiver.  He mused on this and said it was probably because Danny’s mother was such a cold, heartless person and was also “in spirit” (a nicer psychic speak way of saying, “she’s dead.”  Or my Dad’s favourite, “she’s kicked the bucket.”  Mum plays war at him for that).  The psychic very kindly pointed out that it wasn’t a personality issue, she was actually shivering, as if she were in a freezer.  There was silence and then the man gasped.  The audience very quietly murmured, “Oooooo ….,” as it gets quite exciting trying to work out what’s going to happen next.  I’ll never forget the words he cried out …

“Oh my God, when he died Danny was working at Iceland!”