Greetings from London! I apologize for the infrequency of my updates here on Skepchick and on Twitter, but life has been full of wonderful business.
Monday night was London Skeptics in the Pub, where I gave a talk called Women’s Intuition and Other Fairytales. I was really, really sick for the days leading up to the talk, and that day I was taking multiple kinds of drugs in an attempt to be well enough to not get mucus on the microphone and awake enough to make it through the whole talk. Happily, the last drug I took worked, and I ended up having a fantastic time during the talk, throughout the Q&A afterward, straight through another few hours of drinking and talking, and then at a Chinese restaurant where we stayed late into the night laughing and toasting Tim Minchin‘s favorite dead Australian basketball star.
In addition to Tim, that night I also got to see a lot of old and new friends, including dear Skepchick Tracy, Skepchick contributor Lynette Nusbacher, and Skepchick calendar model and comedian Iszi Lawrence. Plus, there was my super best friend Jon Ronson, Simon Singh, Ben Goladacre, Neil Denny, Chris French, and awesome production coordinator Shalinee Singh. I apologize for this most namedropping post ever, but I had such a good time with all these people and many more that if I don’t write it down then I’ll later assume it was all the product of me licking a funny mushroom.
Anyway, I’m staying in a neighborhood called Kingston, and this morning I discovered that just down the road is one of England’s top psychics: Sally Morgan! I was so excited to see this article about Sally in The Guardian . . . wait a second, no, that’s actually “Your Local Guardian,” which I suspect is like those “Rollex” watches and “Louis Vitton” bags you buy on street corners in Chinatown.
The article starts off rather promising, with a good question: “What will this weekendâ€™s National Lottery numbers be?” That is soon followed by another good question: “Does the fact that Morgan is not winning the lottery week after week in any way diminish her psychic ability?” I can’t wait to hear the answers, can you?
The answers Sally gives are, in order, “I’m not telling” and “LA LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOOOOOOU!”
Sally says, “I believe we need cynics and sceptics, they ask the questions,â€ but she forgets to offer any actual answers in the article. Here’s a hint, Sally: you kind of need both to get anywhere. Here are some more questions for you, for when you get around to answering things:
“Would you like to win a million dollars without guessing lotto numbers?”
“Would you like to prove you’re a psychic under controlled circumstances?”
“Would you like to really put cynics and skeptics in their place?”
If the answer to any of those is “yes,” then congratulations! You’re ready to take James Randi’s million dollar challenge! (NOTE: dollars are like pounds that aren’t worth as much, but if you want I bet we could find some kind people to boost it up to a million-pound challenge.) Time is running out, so you’d better let us know soon.
On a side note, is it just me or does Sally look like she’s just a few packs of cigarettes away from Sylvia Browne? Somehow I suspect that the physical similarities are just the beginning.