I was unfortunate enough last night to have hundreds of television channels to choose from and nothing to take my fancy. It was a toss-up between a white man in Kenya who had managed to shoot a poacher in the buttock and kill him (allegedly), and the subsequent search for justice, or a psychic on a tour of Britain. God forgive me, I plumped for the psychic - and nearly gave myself an apoplectic fit.
Naming no names, this person has taken psychic tomfoolery to a whole new level. They're not even an excellent "cold reader". For those of you not in the know about cold reading, it's how Derren Brown can guess someone's name, letter by letter, just by observing their minute facial responses. I believe he also uses a touch of witchcraft, but I am going off-topic...
It turns out a certain section of society take one look at this person's face and give their life story. The first rule of having a reading is just to say "yes" or "no", so that it is the psychic who gives the information, not the individual. However, on this show, the individuals were so pleased to be chosen, they would just spill: "Yes, my aunt, whose name was Brenda, did give me a piece of jewellery, she gave me a necklace - she told me to do whatever I liked with it and I sold it on the internet. Is she angry with me?"
This medium's job was not difficult.
The medium actually managed to inject a certain stand-up comedy stylie into their patter, all the while declaring that death should not be a morbid subject. I have to say, I found the whole 10 minutes that I managed to watch quite distasteful and utterly disrespectful to the audience and to their relatives.
Never before have I watched someone literally laugh all the way to the bank.
No names have been mentioned for fear of litigation...
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