So, when I was a kid, my mom thought I was psychic because I had a pretty acute power of observation and was also good at putting myself in the middle of a lot of things which seemed like coincidences but weren’t. Add to that a couple of genuine coincidences (like me sitting in front of the phone and saying ‘ring!’ and it did. I never tried it again because I knew it wouldn’t work), and she was convinced. And had me exorcised as a result, but that’s another story.
Anyhoo, I guess the exorcism wore off because this week I had the most awesome psychic experience and you should all be calling your local vicar or making tinfoil hats or something to protect yourselves from my mad para skillz.
Here’s how it went down:
I was listening to breakfast radio, and one of the DJs started talking about the artist he went to see perform the previous night. He invited the rest of the crew to guess who it was. For no reason at all, the name ‘Andy Scott Lee‘ jumped into my head. ‘That’s odd’, I thought, ‘ why would I think of him?’. Andy Scott Lee is not particularly famous. He’s certainly not getting any radio airplay. He is, in fact, a now-solo-but-sunk ex-member of a boyband. Obscure doesn’t quite describe him. But there he was, fully formed, in my head. The radio posse continue to play their guessing game until one of them, the inappropriately-named Comedy Dave, said “ooh, I know who it was! Andy Scott Lee!”.
At this, I gave a little start and sort of chuckled to myself. What a great coincidence! But then the other guy said that no, it was not ASL that he saw, and the game continued. And then another name came to me. Craig David. An R&B artist who has been mostly out of the UK charts for a few years and out of my consciousness for the same amount of time. There was no reason for me to think of him at all. A few minutes later, the radio guy revealed who it was he saw in concert…
…it was some unknown dude called Doug Walker. Never heard of him until then.
Disappointing. Until the radio guy said “yeah, and Craig David came onstage afterwards”.
Wow. Pretty freaky-deaky stuff. I think it’s clear. Either I am psychic, but can only pick up info from a breakfast DJ, or I can see two minutes into the future but all data except semi-famous popstar names is filtered out. Either way, I’m taking this baby on the road. My fame and fortune is guaranteed. Joey Fatone!