I saw a performance of Derek Acorah's a few years ago (a journo friend had some press tickets and took me along). I could not believe how gullible people were - to me it was blatant cold reading, couched in cosy chat and banter, with some would-be slick covering-over of his 'misses' and huge bigging-up of his hits.
This is no exaggerration:
'So your grandad passed on quickly did he....I'm getting a pain in my heart....does that mean anything to you?'
'Not really.....he was in a car accident.'
'Ah, he must have had a heart condition, then.....'
'No, he was as fit as a fiddle....'
'Yes, sometimes older men try to hide their illnesses from their family...'
'Hmmm....well he did get a bit breathless when he ran up the stairs, I remember.'
'Yes, he's telling me that he used to hate getting out of breath.'
All woo, the whole lot of it.