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Charlie Brooker
Saturday September 10, 2005
The Guardian
"Hey, Channel 4 - pay attention to me! Because I've just seen Balls Of Steel right, and it's given me a great idea for a new TV series, yeah? It's a comedy show called Ha Ha You're Grieving, and it stars me as a wizard, yeah, in a hat and everything, and what I do is I go up to people who've been bereaved, not actors, but real members of the public, and I tell them I've got, like, "magic information" about how their dead relatives died! And they get upset, so we zoom in on that quite a bit, but the funny thing is I'd be, like, totally straight-faced and serious throughout? Cos I reckon I can do that. Cos I'm, like, heartless and reprehensible and that?"
Yuk. But Channel 4 wouldn't actually broadcast the above programme. Partly because it would be revolting. And partly because it's already available on Living TV, albeit in a slightly different form and going by the name of The Psychic Detective (Tue, 9pm).
"Who do you turn to when the case is closed?" asks the blurb. "Tony Stockwell is the Psychic Detective who uses his extraordinary psychic gift to help ordinary people investigate the unexplained and mysterious deaths of their loved ones."
Now, I'm not calling Tony a liar. I can't do that unless I want to get sued, so I won't. I can, however, point out that if Tony really does possess a "psychic gift", it follows that the rules of science will have to be rewritten.
This is usually the point where some bleating moron emails me to say that "science doesn't know everything". You're right. It doesn't. I mean, what is science anyway? Only a rigorously-tested, peer-reviewed, continually evolving system of knowledge about the way our world works, built up over centuries - that's all. It's not a patch on mindless superstition, which has been around far longer, and is responsible for bringing us such exciting gems as ghosts, demons, witch trials, the tooth fairy, and the Psychic pissing Detective.
Another thing the blurb doesn't mention is that Tony's a fat-faced Prince William lookalike, which is the first thing to strike you when you tune in. He's also got one of the weirdest accents I've ever heard - a cross between cockney and Klingon. And he's incapable of pronouncing the letter G: rather off-putting in a psychic.
"I'm connectin' to the spirit world now - I'm pickin' somethin' up - your grandmother's tellin' me somethin'..."
If you're going to exploit my grief, you could at least make an effort to speak properly.
Mind you, maybe that's how dead people speak in the spirit world, and Tony's just picked up their mannerisms. That would also explain his corpse-like facial expressions: he continually flops about with his gob hanging open, like a dim cartoon yokel trying to work out an optical illusion. Perhaps they should've called it The Psychic Farmhand instead.
This isn't the first time I've had a pop at psychics, and regular readers could be forgiven for thinking I'm obsessed. But I'm attacking them because they're an easily-identifiable symptom of a far deeper malaise - the widespread rejection of rational thought in favour of emotional response. That's what's messing the planet up for everybody at the moment, if you stop and think about it.
In other words: people like Tony may be microscopic fleas drawing blood from a big dumb backside, but having claimed the moral high ground, I can do what I like, stupid.
See also:
www.forteantimes.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=11275
The show's homepage:
www.livingtv.co.uk/psychicdetective/