Derek and myself had a lovely time sharing a caravan with John and Sue (oh the glamour or it all!) and enjoying the entertainment, as well as the serious business of private readings and, of course our show.
Which is the subject of this blog.
I had a young man come through to me, and the first thing he said was "I'll bet you they don't acknowlege me".
So I told the audience what he had said.
Then he said "I died of taking drugs"
Then he said it was "sudden impact"
One group of young people who were sat, drinking in the balcony looked awkward and then the girl put her hand up.
This guy's language was very colourful and I had to translate what he said, because there were children in the room.
It transpired that this young man died driving a car when he was high (10 times over the legal limit) on drugs. However he still had plenty to say and advice to give. To the young guy in the group he said "don't be a prat like me"
To the girl he said how much he loved her
Then I had a name "Frank" this turned out to be the nickname of the young girl.
Spirit never ever fails to amaze me. Here I was a fat, later middle aged, medium communicating to these young people things they badly needed to hear from their friend who had passed so tragically. Folk who by their own admission never expected a message.
My god I love this job!