Wednesday, 7 May 2008
A Medium HNT
Cross my palm with silver, possibly chocolate, no more buttons thanks, and I will tell your fortune.
My powers are such that I can divine the path you will tread simply from the verbal and visual signals only a mystical mind like mine can detect. Like a map sticking out of your back pocket or a casual mention of a desire to study the indigenous peoples of the rainforest. My spirit guide (I call him Jacky D) will divine that means travel is afoot and will whisper in my ear accordingly, from the other side. I wish he'd speak up, frankly. Or come over to this side.
I do ask for absolute quiet and a degree of patience while I concentrate and communicate with Jacky D, straight from the bottle, until the spirit is strong within me.
If it's going particularly well there may be ectoplasm involved. I am not telling you where.
OK, form an orderly queue and hold out your hands.