Tonight I am going to Hastings Theatre to see, believe it or not, Sally Morgan, the TV psychic and medium do her thing. I have always been extremely sceptical of psychics, but when you know people who have had their minds read - and then had it done to you yourself, you tend to re-evaluate things. I saw a programme on ITV2 a few weeks ago where Mrs Morgan 'spoke' to the dead relatives of various celebrities. On the face of it, it was amazing stuff. Anyway, my partner and my sister fancied going, so I thought why not?
My only experience of this sort of thing was at university when we had one of these shows in one of the lecture theatres one evening. I got called on stage and had my mind read. I can't remember the psychic's name but he asked if I had a library card on me. I produced it and he proceeded to read a 15 digit number off it without being able to see it. He then asked me who my favourite TV character was and to think about the person as I wrote it down. He correctly guessed it was J R Ewing. My sister went to a similar evening recently and the medium spoke to her via my Godmother who died last year. She was completely spooked but it as there were a number of things which the medium said which she could not possibly have known.
One of my colleagues at Total Politics told me a story the other night. His father broke down in the middle of nowhere, but there was a telephone box nearby. As he was walking past it the phone rang. He went into the phone box and picked up the receiver. "Hello darling, what time will you be home?" said the person at the other end. It was his wife. When he asked her how one earth she could phone a telephone box without knowing where he was, she said she hadn't, she had phoned his mobile. When they checked their phone bill a few weeks later the number which was shown was the phone box. How spooky is that?
Anyway, in case you think I am going off my rocker, I intend to treat the evening as a bit of fun. Have any of you had any experiences with mediums or psychics you wish to share?
UPDATE: 10.30pm What a load of old bollocks. She may be hugely convincing on TV but in the theatre she's rubbish. The polite applause at the end told the story of the evening. But the number of people who were hanging on her every word and willing her to play with their emotions was astonishing. After the second person she reduced to tears I felt like leaving, but the sheer mawkishness of it was somehow too gripping. "I'm getting Justin, or Justine ... Maybe justice. Has anyone had a problem with the law?" she asked at one stage. Half the audience then looked at their feet. Well, it was in Hastings... She finished by telling a story about a 23 year old British soldier who came to her for a reading. "I fitted him in on a slack day between TV filming," she informed us. He wanted to know if there was an afterlife. Three days later he killed himself. "His Mum came to see me," Sally told us. I bet she did.