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Tantalizing Tarot, Accrington (2026)

19/02/2026

I’m about to do a group Tarot reading for six, 20 somethings, young women. Nothing unusual in that. But wait, maybe there is…
Caroline, the girl who booked the group reading, and at who’s house the readings will take place, rang me again the other evening. She asked for a favour. OK. Hit me with it?
The favour turned out to be very unusual. Something I’d never been asked before. Hell, I don’t even know what Baby oil Twister is ! (apparently it’s a game by Asbro, with a slight difference) Look it up. Kidding. Just kidding. No. She asked me could I remove 3 cards from the Tarot deck before I arrived. Excuse me? Which 3 cards pray tell?
Death
The Tower
The Hanged Man.
I was bemused. Dumbfounded actually. Why on earth would I do that? The Tarot deck consists of 78 cards of which 22 are the Major Arcana and 56 are the Minor Arcana. The Major Acana are the big boys (they have more sway and meaning) and the Minor Arcana who are the foot soldiers. All important in their own right, but the big boys carry more weight. To remove 3 Major Arcana is unheard of. It’s like a one-armed window cleaner. How can he carry his bucket and sponge at the same time? It’s just not done.
So, in my bewilderment, I asked why she might want me to do that, to remove 3 essential cards? “Oh.” She says blithely, “My girlfriends can’t wait to have a Tarot reading, but collectively they are afraid that Death, The Tower, The Hanged Man might come up in their respective readings, and it might scare them. Is that OK? Is it OK? It’s about as OK as putting mustard sauce on apple pie ! It’s not OK. Far from it.
I had to explain at length that the 3 cards in question don’t spell death, doom and gloom all by themselves. Tarot is to help and enlighten the client. Not to terrify them. Tarot quite often gives you options, gives you help and advice when the going gets tough, and that includes Death, The Tower, The Hanged Man. The 3 cards are staying in the pack thank you…
And so it will be on the night. I had a vision. It’s OK. Joan of Arc said that too, and look what happened to her. My vision was I would have to entertain six, 20 somethings, young women, all sat there with their fingers crossed and wearing adult pampers……..
I’ll keep you informed.

27/01/2026

No two Tarot readings are the same. No two Tarot readers are the same either. I say no two Tarot readings are the same, but along those lines, some questions can be the same, to my great annoyance. Lord give me strength.
This question normally comes from the lips of women in their late teens and early twenties. You know it’s coming within minutes of engaging with said young woman. It’s often the first question they ask, and it’s almost said like their life, their whole future depends on the answer. I swear to God that in these instances, my Tarot deck wants to run and hide. Hell, I want to run and hide with them, but I must be brave. I must face my Nemesis. I must ask the Tarot in all seriousness, the question put to the cards. (the children cry so with hunger)
It goes thus,
‘Can you tell me please? Will I win millions on the National Lottery anytime soon?’ You can feel their sincerity, their hope. It fills the air. It’s tangible.
This is where I usually call, Time Out. I smile. I keep cool. I don’t scream in despair. No. I ask the client, ‘Do you know the actual odds on winning the lottery?’ I do, and I’ve never gambled. I looked it up because I was curious.
The odds of winning the UK National Lottery are 45 million to 1. (that’s winning the big prize individually.) I’ll say it again, 45 million to 1. That says to me, If I buy 45 million tickets, my ticket is guaranteed to win, once. That’s the scientifically sanctioned odds. Now ask yourself, If you can afford 45 million tickets, What on earth are you buying lottery tickets for? But for people like me (poor as a church mouse) why not spend a few pounds, a few dollars a week. You never know? Well I do. I know this, the odds are 45 million to 1. I’m not a gambler. I don’t buy lottery tickets. I’d rather use the money to go see a show, go see a football match.
Yes, I bite my lip and ask the Tarot, Will this lady win the Tarot anytime soon? The Tarot always (this far) says, Not a hope in Hell. And I’m left to butter up, Not a hope in Hell. I’m not charging enough. And on occasions, it gets worse. Really. Honest Indian. Some girls follow up their first question with a second question. It invariably goes like this, ‘OK no lottery win then. My second question is, ‘Will I meet a rich, handsome man, and will we fall in love?’ By this stage, I need to lie down for a while in a darkened room. Urgently. Did you notice ‘Rich’ came before ‘Handsome?’ It always does! And surprise surprise, The Tarot (this far) says, The computer says no.
Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner. No, that’s a song. Maybe is because I’m a Capricorn. That’s better. Capricorns see the world in black and white. We are very practical. We are analytical. We work out the odds. To ask the Tarot such questions are futile, surely? Lottery wins. Rich guys. Why waste the best years of your life walking round in hope of a 45 million to 1 miracle? I know a girl (Stateside) who was working on tables in the deep south. She was 19 and had dropped out of school. One day she woke up and told herself she could do better. And so she did. She now works on Wall Street NY, in charge of 150 employees and she’s a very successful businesswoman. Now what were the odds on that? A damn site better than buying a lottery ticket.
That’s my girl……

20/12/2025

Is it better to have loved and lost, than never having loved at all?

I’d have said yes with absolute conviction. Of course it is. Love is a many splendid thing. It makes the world go round. Let’s hear it for love…
I’ve been lucky in love, and then some. Gambling? I couldn’t back a winner in a one-horse race. Seriously. I don’t gamble. I know better. But love, bring it on. But is it better to have loved and lost? What do I know? I was unsure. Losing in love must hurt. It must tear at the heartstrings. Is the abject pain of losing in love worth it? I have a friend. We grew up together. Only child, an accident if truth be known, and his parents showed him precious little love during his childhood. So love, was his quest. At 17, he met a girl of the same age. They began dating and my friend thought he’d died and gone to Heaven. It was everything he ever dreamed of. What did he do? Well three weeks into the relationship, his craving for love was so much, he went down on one knee and proposed to her ! The young girl was shocked to be honest. She explained to him that they were both 17 and had been dating for 3 weeks (21 days) Quite rightly, she refused his offer of marriage and the very next day she told him it was over. My friend was devastated. His whole world caved in upon him. Even back then, I had an interest in Tarot. I was only a kid really, but I wasn’t bad at all in simple 3 card readings, and my friend knew this. In his despair, he wanted to know if he would love again? Wanted to know if heartbreak would be his destiny? I can’t remember the exact cards back then, but it wasn’t good. Even without the reading, my friend swore to himself that no one would ever hurt him again. I am a rock. I am an island. I kid you not. He moved out of his parents’ house at once and went to live on his own. He thew himself into his work and ultimately became a top government scientist.
Did my friend ever find love. Well, no. But only because he never again looked for love. Love for him, lasted just 21 days and in the end, never did him any favours. Nobody would ever hurt him again. Ever. A sad tale.

Is it better to have loved and lost, than never having loved at all?
Give it some thought…

07/12/2025

Do Tarot readings weigh heavily on my shoulders on occasions? Do bears poo in the woods? Of course they do. Cut me and I bleed. (don’t you dare!) I’m only human. Most readings are good. Most readings are fun. I don’t know how I have the audacity to charge. I love reading Tarot. But just occasionally, a reading may be sad, may not have a happy ending. Don’t press the panic button! Such readings are as rare as rocking horse droppings.
When I read for a client. I feel their highs and lows. I almost become them. I walk in their shoes during a reading. It’s a shared emotion thing. A reading becomes close up and personal.
Tarot is there to help. Let me state than now. Often, if a problem may occur in a client’s future, Tarot will give you options, foresight to avoid that problem. It’s a win-win situation. Let’s hear it for Tarot and win-win solutions then…
And so it does when I come across a rare sad reading. Help is offered. But on very very rare occasions, things won’t get better.
Let me give you an example. And I can’t say enough, this is a rare bird indeed. You’ve more chance of seeing a unicorn than having a negative reading.
No names, no pack drill. In a run-down part of town, I was asked to visit a women for a Tarot reading. OK, no problem. As the woman opened the front door, I was hit by a wave of negativity. A torrent of sadness which was tangible. I was almost overwhelmed by it.
Buckle up Kevin. It is what it is. Do your job. Do your best. I began the reading. And what a reading it was. I genuinely could have cried. I had to fight back the tears; such was the despondency the Tarot picked up. I swear that this poor woman had never had a single break, a single bit of good fortune in her entire life. Sat in front of me, she wore sadness like a cloak. She asked if she might ever find a single decent man to love her, to look after her, as she would look after him? And heartbreakingly, the cards couldn’t see this happening. I’m getting upset now, just thinking about that night. I told her that she had to break the chain of only expecting the worst. Not easy I know, but change has to come from within. I said her quest wasn’t impossible, but things must definitely change. Move house if possible. Get away from the house that dripped despair. Don’t dwell on the past failures and let-downs, Think for now and the future. Most of all, give yourself credit for having survived so much adversity. I’d like to think the Tarot helped and the goals I set her were possible. I stood up and spontaneously said, Come here. Give us a hug. We embraced for a minute or so. Not a word was said, but if ever a girl needed a hug, it was this one.
It transpires that the poor woman had been a pr******te from a very early age. And do you know? She was one of the most decent women I have ever met. She had a heart of gold in a world of sadness. I asked God that night to reach out to her. God and I don’t get on. I believe God is a perpetual menopausal woman that you don’t want to get the wrong side of…. Despite this, I still asked a favour on behalf of my client. Come on God, I don’t ask very often.
Fingers crossed.

25/11/2025

Orbs. Tricks of the light? Tricks of the dark too…

Orbs.
Once again I’ve captured orb movement in my home. This time however, they caused my alarm to go off. How does that work? And if an orb isn’t seen by the naked eye, orbs are technically invisible and yet, my alarm goes off and my phone says movement triggered the alarm.
It’s said, (scientifically) that they're actually a common camera interference that can distort your footage. Saying that, if they are only a trick of the light, how come they trigger alarms? Especially alarms like mine that are activated by movement. And how can they trigger an alarm in a sealed, pitch-black room? A common camera interference, sounds a bit of a lazy explanation. Scientists. Love them or hate them, say that due to weight/wing ratio, bees can’t possibly fly (look it up) How extraordinary then, you see bees fly. I used to work in an orchid house, and bees loved them. I’d regularly have half a dozen bees on the inside of my t-shirt. And they didn’t climb up my leg to get there! (and I was never stung) I like bees.
Also, orbs can dance around a room. They can go slow, they can change direction super-fast too. And all this in a sealed room with no air movement. So what’s going on? My son laughs at me (a professional photographer) ‘Dad it’s nothing. Why do you make out it’s something ethereal when it’s not?’ ‘OK’ says I. ‘Explain why orbs can trigger motion sensors?’ I’m still waiting for a reply.
Orbs. You gotta love em.

19/11/2025

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there!
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away!

That poem always makes me smile. It takes me back 30 years. I was a craftsman gardener, in a relationship with a witch (seriously, but that's another story). I was at work. Bev was at home. Unfortunately it was the depths of winter and minus something silly. The cold ate into your soul. My team were on a Godforsaken hillside, cutting a hawthorn hedge. It was torture. I said to my colleagues, '2pm. Another 2 hours to go. I wish to God I was home. I hate this job.' So, we finished out task and I rode home on my motorcycle. As soon as I walked in, Bev said, 'Did you come home today?' I laughed and said 'No, but I wanted to.' Bev gave me one of her smiles and said, You did come home, you know. She explained. Apparently Bev was upstairs tidying our bedroom. She said she didn't hear my motorcycle (which was usual) but she heard the front door open, and heard me walk up the stairs. I put my head around the bedroom door, smiled at her then walked into the bathroom (adjacent to our bedroom door) Bev waited a little while, but I didn't come out. When she came to look, no one was there. I was gone. It was 2pm. If Bev said it happened, it happened.The Germans have a word for this. It's Doppelganger. It means An apparition or double of a living person. I believe I so wanted to be home that day at 2pm, part of me actually did go home, and was seen there. Strange but true. It's a funny old world...

12/11/2025

Strange but true. I recently bought 3 Ouija boards in a closing down sale. Was my intention to try one of them out at home? Not On Your Life…. No chance. I’ve encountered Ouija several times in my life, and I always find them trouble. Yes, I’ve seen them work well, but I wouldn’t have a working Ouija board under my roof, ever. (they dwell in my garage)
It’s not what they do. It’s what they can do without you realising it. Lets get the instructions out. OK, this is a tool, a conduit to talk to spirits, the dead, those on another plain of existence. Sounds interesting. Why not? Right. Time out. Who do you expect to contact with a Ouija board? Your grandmother? A once cherished partner or lover? General George Custer? On a good day, your wish might come true. But ask yourself this? Is it really one of the previous 3 that’s made contact? Or is it a devious spirit that’s pretending to be someone they are not? You might be taken in by The Imp of the Perverse for all you know. Who’s to say whatever/whoever gets through is telling the truth?
Lower spirits are always around and will say anything to gain your confidence. And there’s the sting. You really don’t want such entities in your living room. What starts as a bit of fun can spiral down and play games with your mind. Thanks but no thanks. I’ll watch a football match with a glass of wine if that’s OK? Yes, I will use a Ouija board at someone’s house, but it comes away with me when I leave, so that the client won’t overdose on it.
From ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged Beasties, and things that go bump in the night. Good Lord deliver us. Amen. (an old Cornish prayer.) I can cope with all those. I treat a Ouija board with much more caution.

21/10/2025

OK, here's the deal. I go away on holiday in 10 days. I'm getting a lot more interest in my humble Tarot site recently, and so, I'm offering 2 Free Tarot readings to the first 2 people who contact me. All I need from you is your full name, your date of birth and maybe a couple of direct questions you may have for the Tarot. If your one of the lucky 2, congratulations. I'm sorry I haven't the time to reply to those who missed out, but I will repeat this offer over the next few months. I will need your email address to send you your reading. I look forward to reading for you.

19/10/2025

Tarot Dilemma’s.
Some times it feels you can’t do right for doing wrong. No names, no pack drill. I recently did a face to face reading for a young girl, maybe 19/20. She has been seeing a married man, almost double her age. She wanted to know if this illicit relationship would end in her marrying the man. Mm. Well I had my doubts even before we asked the Tarot cards. I’m a fair bit older than the girl in question. I’ve seen more of life. My gut instinct was, ‘Don’t hold your breath.’ Young love. We’ve all been there. How it beguiles, how it puts the heart before the head. Still, what do I know. Let’s ask the Tarot? I don’t mind being wrong. Lets see……. And sure enough, my instincts were correct. What was everything to the girl, was nothing more than a dalliance to the older man. He’d done this before and he will do it again. And the Tarot went on to say his wife knew about the affair! The wife was nobodies fool. But she knew her husband would always stay with her. He would always come back to the fold. So what did I say? Dilemma’s. Welcome to my world. In the end I said, Look, as long as your happy, fine. If things change, don’t try to paper over the cracks. Move on.
Bless. The girl was happy with this. From her perspective, all was good and maybe it would get better. I wish her well, but I hope at some stage, she remembers what the Tarot said.
Life always has it’s lessons to learn…

20/09/2025

No names, no pack drill. All I can say is that the reading I share is word for word true.
I did a one-to-one reading a while ago. Face to face. Not my home, but the girls home.
I gratefully accepted the cup of tea offered, had a sip and settled down and got to work. I was given a question immediately. In fact the girl, let’s call her Susan (It was Katherine, shush, keep it under your hat) the girl could barely wait to ask the question. Susan said, “OK, I’m having an affair. It’s with a married man, and we are in love. I want to know if this man will leave his wife and marry me?”
I’m not charging enough. Such questions unsettle me. Me, ex choir boy, one of life’s innocents, pure as the driven snow (some say slush) kind of….
What to do? I always feel like Pontius Pilate at times like this (but he never returns my letters) kidding. I’m not kidding however that a question such as this perturbs me. And why wouldn’t it? You can’t win. It’s a Catch 22 question. If the cards don’t see a future here, and I tell the girl, chances are she will sulk and I won’t get a second cup of tea. If I do see her wish come true, the girl will try even harder to make her dream come true, and someone will get hurt. And I was instrumental in that. Bu**er.
What to do? What I always do. Blame the Tarot. “It wasn’t me your Honour. Twas the cards. Stay your hand your Honour. Please don’t say, Send him down. 2 years in custody. Put him in cell 13, Strangeways, Manchester, with that large coloured gentleman who will use him as his bitch ! I do worry.
I prevaricate. What did the Tarot say? It said, Yes, the unfaithful married man would leave his wife for the girl. Now between you and me, the Tarot didn’t say marry. Nowhere could I see marry. So, what happened? The girl was euphoric. I got my second cup of tea and even a chocolate biscuit (my favourite) All was good in the world. She paid me and I even got a tip, “Don’t eat yellow snow.’ All was good in the world. But on the way home, some foreboding crept in. I felt all would not end well for the girl. The notion, the implication forming in my mind told me that yes, the man would leave his wife, but the novelty of this new relationship would wear off within a year and the relationship would end on a sour note. And no marriage was ever on the cards. All very sad, but as they say, If you play with fire…. You know the rest…

03/08/2025

If Mirrors could Talk.
In our French house, in the main bedroom is a piece of furniture that the previous owners left behind. The house was built in 1850 and by the look of it, this piece of furniture is period related. It’s a large dressing table with mirror. The wood is either mahogany or walnut. My money is on mahogany as mahogany has a closer grain pattern. It’s a lovely piece of furniture and most of all, I’m mesmerised by the matching mirror that tops the dressing table. You can tell it’s an old piece because the mirror is wonky. By wonky, I mean not right. It’s like something from a hall of mirrors. Due to the mirrors age, lets say it’s imperfect. It distorts your image somewhat, but do you know, I love it. It’s wonderful. No two mornings are the same. One morning you might have one eye bigger than the other. Another morning, one of your ears is missing. No way is this a boring Ikea mirror. No way on God’s earth would I have a cut-throat razor shave in front of it ! I think it was born in a nest of vipers, and somehow rescued and put to work in this old French house.
But I digress. I preamble. In it’s wonky 175-year life, what must this mirror have seen? What must it have reflected on? (there’s a play on words if ever there was one…) If mirrors could talk, what would it tell? It’s seen generations come and go, be born and die. It’s seen The Belle Epoque (1871 to 1914) The beautiful age. (look it up) It’s presided over Two World Wars. It’s seen invasion during the First World War, and Vichy France and capitulation during the Second World War. It’s seen the birth of aviation and the silent movies come and go. And between you and me, it’s seen so much more. This mirror has seen life. It’s witnessed human life in all it’s guises. Happy, sad, moody, mad. No emotion has escaped it’s reflective face, for decades. Have you heard of the Stone Tape Theory? It’s this,
That heightened emotional events can be taken up, recorded on the very surroundings. If that’s so, why then, can’t mirrors also be a playback mechanism? Why can’t mirrors give up their secrets too? Just be careful what you do in front of your bedroom mirrors tonight. One day in the future, that very mirror might just tell all….
P.S. For now, I’m keeping my Batman costume firmly in the wardrobe…

27/06/2025

Sometimes my humour gets the better of me. I love to make people laugh (even with my clothes on) Humour and laughter is medicine for the soul, mostly. I say mostly, because the one place humour can miss the mark is with American clients. No, I'm not having a go at the populous of our once upon a time colony. No. It's probably six of one and half a dozen of the other. For example, the American series 'Cheers.' I watched a single minute of it once and had to leave the room. I will say no more, other than this, Humour doesn't always travel well.
Just recently I was reading for a lovely woman in the States. A career woman who has done ever so well for herself and all credit to her. But though most of this, her love life had to take a back seat. So out of the blue, girl meets boy. There's a spark. Not the Tarot as such, but more myself, didn't give this budding relationship a hope in Hell. But I was wrong, and I won't admit that again in a lifetime (ask my partner!). I was wrong and hats off to the girl, she done good and now the relationship is flourishing. I'm so proud and in awe of her, so much so, that I recently said to her, 'I can't believe you pulled this off. I never gave it a chance in my mind's eye, but despite everything, you got there. Awesome. So I thought I'd sprinkle some of my silly humour. I said, It was so unexpected, I was beginning to think you were a Succubus (and I don't mean someone who licks paint off public transport !) My adorable friend got back and said, 'Sorry, I don't follow?' Quite right. I shall wear a hair shirt for a week. What am I like? Answers in a plain postcard to............

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