Chris :
Just watched the Jodie Kid episode – found the complete lack of critical thought disturbing, I think the only piece of evidence presented in the entire show was that the Shamen was right about her having food poisoning – pretty safe bet with a western visitor to nepal though. Think I’ll have to watch this regualrly be good for a laugh.

PFFFFF….

Winner!

It certainly brings a whole new level of absurdity to the practice… Instead of picturing the participants all suitably attired, with the medium dressed like a stereotypical gypsy/spiritual-type, I am now contractually obliged to filter their probable appearance through a standard bloggistas or twitteratti costume.

That would be: Unwashed, in pyjamas/naked, comforted by their own, effortless, ripe odour mingled with the recently faecally imbued gasses and scratching at their genitals.

Is there anybody there?

On the other hand, have you read about the American psychic who was Twittering her communications with Michael Jackson and urt Cobain? Her name was Jayne Wallace and she has coined the word ‘tweance’.

I will never cease being amazed at the shite people believe is true.

But seriously, I want pretty crystals all over my house. Think when she’s admitted that I can have some of hers?

“It wakes me in my sleep and tries to fuck me in my bum! I chase it way by grabbing onto my bible and praying to god” (paraphrasing here, but only by an extremely tiny margin) I thought it magical how these kinds of people look like the kind of person you see passed out in the very dark corner of a working men’s pub every Friday night, immaculate and smiling blankly at the walls through their straggly hair, as though they’ve occupied that spot for years but every spider in the place has been too weirded-out to ever dare venture close enough to construct a web over him.

Prior to this he goes to see a medium, who decides that it’s not enough that she can simply talk to the dead, she needs to use tarot cards to somehow help spin a delightful yarn for the poor gullible sod. Mixing 2 forms of necromancy together in a symphony of idiocy. I did always love how they pray to God before and after completely violating Christian dogma by toying with ‘Magic’.

The best I’ve saved for last though! He sits a number of vigils in different, supposedly haunted locations, including a 17 year old girls bedroom (notoriously teenage girls always seem to be involved with reports of domestic hauntings, funny how they’re also the main demographic for trashy horror-romance novels at the same time really, isn’t it?) the tunnels underneath Edinburgh and what is supposedly the most haunted room in the whole of England.

Nothing happens. Not a single thing. Not at any of the locations.

Half joking, a cameraman turns and asks the cheeky cockney likely lad if this has dented his belief in ghosts at all, he responds quite seriously ‘Actually no, even though absolutely nothing has happened, I feel that I believe in ghosts even more.’

SCIENCE!