In good spirits
You are going to meet a dark stranger. No shit. I meet dark strangers every day and most of them insist on pressing up against me on the tube. When they are dark, strange ladies, of course, I don't have too many complaints, but when it's the funsized Mars bar (completely not topical reference, Elton fans--if any exist (hey, you'd never believe a guy would make an encyclopaedia of games that you need a watch to play, so let's not be too certain that they don't)) in the crack of the Zen arse, I get ugly.
But if a psychic tells you that you're going to meet a strange brunette, it's supposed to be earth-shattering. This expose, one of many in the sceptical community (boring, earnest types, mostly, like the horrid James Randi, who spend their time spoiling other people's fun), shows you how psychics know that you're grieving over Aunty Beryl.
Dr Zen's philosophy on the paranormal, as on all harmless false beliefs, is to laugh heartily at both the believers and those who waste their time trying to convince them that they're wrong to believe. If these people were capable of rational thought, they'd know that the only ghost worth bothering with is Martin Peters (if you don't know, ask your dad) and that the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one.
King of the psychics is Derek Acorah, whose shriekingly camp performances light up Most Haunted, which I think must set records for cable telly here in the UK (Dr Zen is informed by his sources that a million watched a special). Acorah's talents as an actor shouldn't be sniffed at, nor should his philosophy (do the link on his home page, I beg you), which is, erm, beautiful.
posted by Dr Zen @ 10:55 pm
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