Says it all.
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Says it all.
You might have missed a pointSays it all.
You might have missed a pointSays it all.
You can say that again...You might have missed a point
You might have missed a point
The dreaded double wooshYou can say that again...
I know, i was taking the piss.![]()
If they could actually do what they say they can I doubt they'd be doing gigs at local pubs etc. Utter shite.
All products and services have a customer base. for this kind of service the customers base necessarily needs to be made up of gullible people, otherwise there would be no sales. May as well burn the money and keep warm for 50 milliseconds.They saw her coming, either figuratively or spiritually.
Anyone with those abilities who isn't touring racecourses whilst buying lottery tickets isn't worth their salt.
Mental that like.Mentioned this before it's a true story.
'Bout 16 years ago I was in the Harefield Hospital with lung cancer about to half a lung removed.
The tumour had wrapped itself round an artery and I wasn't being given much of a chance.
The night before the op a fellow patient approached my bed at around 10 ish and said,
'Don't worry mate they're all around you,'
'You what'' I responded
He then named my dead twin sister, a couple of aunts and uncles, my Mum and a two great aunts.
I'd never met this bloke before, I'm 70 miles from where I was living at the time and my family are from Hebburn and Sunderland.
'Yeah,' he says 'They just want you not to worry, that you'll be fine, it's not your time yet.'
He reckoned he was a coach driver, and a medium, just had the gift and wanted to let me know.
No way could he have known the details of my family.
As you can tell I did survive the op and to go on to tell this absolutely true tale.
I've kept an open mind since then.
That applies to my nana and granda. She had a bad leg as long as I could remember and I cherish me grandas war medals and only wear his gold watch on special occasions.
Aye fits me . Dads long service watch and his war medals. Fits a certain age and class sector . Watches and medals were the only personal possessions many had .That applies to my nana and granda. She had a bad leg as long as I could remember and I cherish me grandas war medals and only wear his gold watch on special occasions.
I dare say other posters could tell the medium her story fits too.....
Mentioned this before it's a true story.
'Bout 16 years ago I was in the Harefield Hospital with lung cancer about to half a lung removed.
The tumour had wrapped itself round an artery and I wasn't being given much of a chance.
The night before the op a fellow patient approached my bed at around 10 ish and said,
'Don't worry mate they're all around you,'
'You what'' I responded
He then named my dead twin sister, a couple of aunts and uncles, my Mum and a two great aunts.
I'd never met this bloke before, I'm 70 miles from where I was living at the time and my family are from Hebburn and Sunderland.
'Yeah,' he says 'They just want you not to worry, that you'll be fine, it's not your time yet.'
He reckoned he was a coach driver, and a medium, just had the gift and wanted to let me know.
No way could he have known the details of my family.
As you can tell I did survive the op and to go on to tell this absolutely true tale.
I've kept an open mind since then.