Why coercing me into solving GCSE maths puzzles for my apparent entertainment and wonderment is not magic.
Last night, I had a prophetic (sort-of) dream, in which I – apparently – received Derren Brown’s mobile phone number.
And thus I led two female friends, plus a deeply confused Norwegian rugby player, on a merry dance around Bergen, Norway, on an expedition known as: ‘Where Is My Coat?’.
I was running early for Psychic Club and so did what any 36-year-old-woman would do in such circumstances – I went and had a jolly good swing in the nearby park.
Can you imagine a thing so dastardly? So dangerous? I do hope this blog post doesn’t fall into the wrong hands or we are surely all doomed...
BEHOLD! The two shining stars bestowed upon me by Ian Rowland during his Applied Cold Reading Masterclass!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...
So I joined a psychic circle. I was wondering where I could find a place to experiment with cold reading, mentalism, hypnosis and sneaky stuff free from those very frames, and – lo! – the Gods of the internet delivered.
Is this blog some sort of book test, Amy?