The psychic barber Gordon Smith.

He didn't want to be a barber anyway, he wanted to be ...

a psychic!

Leaping from guess to guess, as they fly past the heads of his audience!
With my best girl by my side!*

I'd sing, sing, sing!

I'm a con artist, and I'm ok!
I plot all night and I prey all day!

I fleece the rich, I eat my lunch,
I avoid the labora-try!
I only take donations
So I can be tax-free!

I'm a con artist, and I'm ok!
I plot all night and I prey all day!

I fleece the rich, I duck and weave,
I like my victims old.
'Cuz when it comes to reading,
Warm's easier than cold.

I'm a con artist, and I'm ok!
I plot all night and I prey all day!

I fleece the rich, I wear a suit,
And a hidden speakerphone.
Of Edward and Van Praagh
I'm just another clone.

Lovely...
Spam! Wonderful Spam!
 
Is Amy serious????
I thought the first post was a joke! :confused:
She's not technically 'joking', but she doesn't really believe the things she is saying.

It's all designed simply to get a reaction.

Apparently it's a hobby these days that some people indulge in - you post extreme opinions on forums that you don't really believe simply in order to annoy people or create strong emotional responses.

I believe it is called 'trolling'.

I know, hard to believe people get so bored isn't it?
 
She's not technically 'joking', but she doesn't really believe the things she is saying.

It's all designed simply to get a reaction.

Apparently it's a hobby these days that some people indulge in - you post extreme opinions on forums that you don't really believe simply in order to annoy people or create strong emotional responses.

I believe it is called 'trolling'.

I know, hard to believe people get so bored isn't it?

I think she believes a lot of it, maybe all of it. But you are still right about the reaction.
 
"99 trolls under the bridge,
99 trolls under the bridge,
One step under the rays of the sun and turned to stone
now there's 98 trolls under the bridge.."


Come on everyone, all together now!
 
"My troll moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My troll takes me higher
My troll keeps me warm

What you doin' on the net, aah
What you doin' on the net, aah
You should be trolling, yeah
Trolling, yeah

She's juicy and she's trouble
She gets it to me good
My woman talks of power
Goes right down to my blood

What you doin' on the net, aah
What you doin' on the net, aah
You should be trolling, yeah
Trolling, yeah

My baby writes at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn, yeah
My woman is a liar
My woman is a quack

What you doin' on the net, aah
What you doin' on the net, aah
You should be trolling, yeah
Trolling, yeah

You should be trolling, yeah
You should be trolling, yeah
You should be trolling, yeah
You should be trolling, yeah
You should be trolling, yeah"
 
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim.
As should be a-lyin' in the graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in the graveyard.'

'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
Tinbone! Skinbone!
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'

Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Rover! Trover!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'

'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
Doner! Boner!
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!

J.R.R. Tolkien
 
Gordon Smith does not charge for private readings therefore he must be genuine.

Why can't skeptics understand this? :rolleyes:

It's the first law of psychic ability.

The second law is that if you're genuine and get the chance to make a packet from selling books and appearing on TV, you take it.

The third law is that because you're not interested in monetary gain (see rule 1), 'cause you want to help people, you will not accept the JREF $1,000,000 challenge.

The fourth law is that rules 1 to 3 can be changed to suit - except for rule 3, which is immutable.
 
She's not technically 'joking', but she doesn't really believe the things she is saying.

It's all designed simply to get a reaction.

Apparently it's a hobby these days that some people indulge in - you post extreme opinions on forums that you don't really believe simply in order to annoy people or create strong emotional responses.

I believe it is called 'trolling'.

I know, hard to believe people get so bored isn't it?

I participate in a forum that is totally unlike this one -- the Bach Cantatas forum -- and we had a troll come by there a couple of weeks ago. He began by posting, "What's so great about Bach?" and saying that Handel was a far superior composer.

He didn't get the reaction he wanted. A few people said, well, you're entitled to your opinion, and let it go at that. At this point he changed tactics. He began spouting all sorts of nonsense, like saying that Chi was scientifically proven, and Bruce Lee moved so fast that he had to slow down to be captured by the cameras. Unfortunately, I took the bait, and told him that, given his outrageous belief system, it was no wonder he was unable to comprehend the music of Bach. I invited him to continue the discussion at the JREF forum, a more appropriate setting. He never responded to this offer.

However, now that he had broken the ice, he went back to his original tactic, which was using his vast ignorance of musicology to bash Bach. I posted once again, apologizing for my earlier behavior, and explained to the rest of the group why this person was doing what he was doing. I asked everyone to igore him, which they did. And soon, he went away.

It's kind of scary, though. Up until a couple of weeks ago, the forum hadn't seen a single troll. I guess nowadays the trolls are actively seeking out new frontiers to plunder <shudder>.
 
Gordon Smith
"'What I have is a gift, a gift that must not be abused for self-gain, but must be given freely to those whose need is greatest and who will benefit most from it. I hope this site will help you find what you need."

So when I arrive at the theatre in Leeds next week I wont be expected to pay.
 

Back
Top Bottom