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Happy Medium.


It seems the Gorgon Craig Theatre in Stevenage have booked two mediums in the space of a week; didn’t see that one coming.



It’s strange the people in charge of putting together the programme didn’t notice it, not to mention Psychic Tony and Psychic Sally themselves; I guess the offer must have come in on a day when there was a lot of static breaking up their intuitive signal. Maybe it was around the time that volcanic ash cloud prevented all those planes from taking flight, though that was probably long enough ago to not have a bearing on the scheduling of a Herts-based provincial theatre’s Spring 2018 season, unless mediums book their tours extremely early; I suppose you’ve got to get in before all the amateur groups confirm their productions of Guys and Dolls.

What's great is both dates are suitably close to Valentine’s Day for couples to make the most of the special occasion and book tickets for a loved one, though let’s hope their significant others are still of this realm. Otherwise, it would make for a bleak night out, not to mention a con-filled one, as how could these two charlatans make contact with the dead when they can’t even be certain another psychic hasn't been booked within spitting distance? Even two tribute acts of a similar musical genre wouldn't be put so close together, so why this?

The only positive upshot is you get two chances to run your soul-searching questions past someone in the know so you can then take a mean average (with the mediums being the mean ones; duplicitous cunts).
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