Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old loves are the worst
It was a morning of the strange and uncanny, I tell you; full with terrible omens and evil luck*; and tempers were destined to fray…
Unfortunately, being unaware that a large section of the audience were spiritualists from Edinburgh’s-own Arthur Conan Doyle Centre, in the course of answering the questions set to me, I somewhat blithely dismissed Spiritualism as 'so much nonsense', and spiritualists as either ‘shysters’ or badly informed…
This led to a rather more lively debate than expected when the floor was opened to questions.
Indeed, one gentleman in the front row - who gruffly identified himself as ‘one of the shysters’ (ah!) - was moved to demand that myself and Galloway return to Edinburgh next year in order to spar with two Spiritualist mediums. Then looked even more put-out when we both immediately agreed to do so.
Later, I was rounded on by one of their number (a lady called 'Mary'), who wore a bobble hat and criticised me about my lack of comprehension of matters psychical – then finished up by complimenting my speaking voice.
Now it would seem I am on the front of the latest edition of Haunted Magazine being rudely fingered by a ghost...
Coincidence? Or am I meddling with forces I don’t understand?**
*I had just opened the toilet door in Mark Billingham's face.
**It’s a coincidence, isn’t it?