|Subject: Went To See Colin Fry and T.J. Higgs - A Fake!
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Date Posted: 18:55:50 06/06/10 Sun
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's message, "Colin Fry: A Fraud!" on 16:59:24 06/06/10 Sun
Had the misfortune to be comped (freebie) to go and see Colin Fry, Britain’s Best TV Medium and his current oppo, TJ Higgs at the Liverpool Empire Theatre Friday 4th June 2010. They sold in excess of 800 tickets at £28.50 each. In short, what I witnessed was, IMHO, two charlatans kidding and conning their way through two 45-minute halves with virtually nothing of any substance whatsoever.
TJ Higgs had been due to cancel the gig at the last minute through illness, but looking at the size of the audience, I reckon she wanted her cut too. ..I mean, why should Colin get it all when he’s clearly incapable of conducting a demonstration of that duration in its entirety anyway?
I think what I’m trying to say here is, what we witnessed was a robbery – and I’m glad I didn’t pay.
The first 15+ minutes of the first half was spent with Colin Fry telling us how we, as his audience, should receive a message from him! And that if we are not receptive enough the quality of what we receive will therefore suffer, and various other statements around telling us that if he and TJ are dreadful (and boy, were they ever!) then we only had ourselves to blame …!
But sadly, the audience applauded these statements so maybe I’m the one who’s missing something here? I couldn’t help but wonder just where do they get off with this garbage? …To the bank, I reckon!
It’s like a comedian coming on stage and pre-qualifying his whole act to the audience before he begins, saying, ‘If you don’t laugh, that’s not my fault, it’s yours for being a poor audience’. I found this an annoyance and an insult. HE should be the one to convince us if any convincing needed doing. I won’t bore you with his preamble, but that too was insulting … and, yet again, the audience clapped???
I know how easy it is for the critic to criticise and the recipient to simply have to put up with. But that’s not what I am saying here. I’ve been a medium and Spiritualist for nearly 25 years. I’ve seen them all come and go, good, bad or indifferent in that time and doubtless many more to come. What worries me here is what is it we are doing wrong in Spiritualism that allows this type of thing to hijack us?
In the whole of the first 45 minutes they gave only 3 messages!
So, from when the curtain went up to Colin deciding which person he was going to talk to, we must have been close to 25 minutes in! Can you imagine that in a Spiritualist Church in the good old days?
Here’s how he works. He NEVER goes straight to the person, nor TJ for that matter. He’ll say something like, ‘I’ve a man and I want to say mother and daughter and I’ve the name of Emma or Emily with this’. Several people then stand up. Not once could anyone take such a statement in total. But gradually people were eliminated leaving him just the one contact.
Now you, like me, might be forgiven for thinking, ah here we go, at last, we’re gonna get some good clairvoyance here. Because, let’s face it, I’ve got to admit, the atmosphere was really wonderful in the old theatre. But no, he gets no after no after no. The shame of it and yet the audience appear to see no wrong.
Again I say, perhaps I’m missing something here? And he got applauded after each ‘message’. This is what characterised the evening’s event.
Here’s a good one. He’s telling a lady (one he’s finally decided to settle on) she’s moving home. She then asserts she is more than happy where she is! ‘There must be a drop in water pressure at home’.
‘No’, she keeps saying.
Unfazed, he continues, ‘I’m seeing paving slabs outside the house being pulled up and the utilities people doing work. Are you sure?’
‘No, there’s no work or drop in pressure.’
He then moves off topic, as if we’d forgotten. Then she brings him back on to it by butting in,
‘Oh yes … yes!’
‘Oh you’ve placed it now?’ he asks.
‘Yes … the radiator in the bedroom was leaking!’
‘That’s it!’ says Colin with a look of triumph at another load of crap peddled.
What on earth has that to do with a drop in water mains’ pressure out on the street? And yes, he got away with that one too.
The second half, in fairness, was a little better. But that’s like the old gag about the second tooth extraction or pregnancy being nowhere near as bad as the first. He opens with more waffle about being a pacifist but could we support and give generously to our heroes? The appropriate charity is then flagged up and we have another round of applause now we are assured how patriotic the pair are.
Then they go into a Q&A session with audience – something a lot stage mediums do in spite of the declaration at the start that everything is an experiment and for entertainment purposes only. These are easy to answer and particularly in respect of a lost one because the originator of the question has already told them who they have lost, how they connect and what they passed with so all TJ and Colin Fry need do is supply the waffle and faux reassurances that they are fine in the Spirit and are looking after them and over them – to which the audience respond with another round of applause.
There was then a message around the self-hanging of a man that was so vague many people could take it. I mean, we (almost) all know someone who has taken their life that way. This was too easy and another excellent example of Derren Brown cold reading.
And during their show, they would occasionally get the camera operator to leave the stage because they knew they had an easy target and they would be staying with this recipient for some time to come.
In fact, this happened with a mother and daughter who sat next to me. They never got that she was looking for her husband and the girl her dad. This was volunteered to them. But what was more unbearable was the staging of this message. Obviously these two charlatans had long learned that old showbiz sincerity tagline of introducing the tears at just the right point in the second half. They orientated the message constantly around flowers and how she hasn’t had the courage to go to the grave with the new flowers, etc, etc. Then, Colin goes briefly off stage and returns with a big bouquet of flowers telling us all that they had been picking up on this in the dressing room and were drawn to these flowers and were wondering for whom they could possibly be? This was s-o-o-o-o staged!
Jumping ahead, I happened to meet this mother and daughter on the street a little later. They were waiting at a bus stop. In fact, they’re from my home town and I know them, but only by sight. I told them how happy I was for them receiving a message and they told me how ‘spot on’ he was (no he wasn’t). But who am I to devalue something that meant the world to them and has brought them the greatest joy in the world? That is my sincerity, my integrity, my honesty if you like. I would never undermine their experience like that. I love and care for people too much ever to do that.
He’s got another suspect link. And you just know that this young girl knows not why her obscure late great uncle hated budgies and that the second budgie was replaced with one he despised even more. But nonetheless, they continue to ask and receive questions and answers of the recipients in order to get the connections that they should have been able to manifest as the mediums they so proclaimed themselves to be – particularly according to the opening waffle-thon.
I suppose it’s a bit like the National Lottery – everyone’s hoping it’s going to be them! And I think that’s where the likes of Derren Brown have a case. There were one or two highlights. For instance, a man whom Colin asked, ’Why is he showing me Stork margarine?’ ‘He used to put that in his hair!’ came the reply.
Now that’s where it should have started. Obviously there was a real character there just waiting to come through. If they served at Waterloo, I’d tell them the need to go back to the development circle for a long, long time. I would rate them as novices in a well-run Spiritualist Church’s Open Circle evening.
I suppose to sum up I’d say it was a bit like the Spanish Inquisition: Agony during, but what relief once it’s over! I’d like to think that’s why some others there were clapping too… grateful it was finally over.
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