My elderly next door neighbor is like the oracle at Delphi. She properly has the ‘gift’. Get her sufficiently embibed on her favorite tipple & she starts seeing things. So this evening I’ve been plying her with pints of snowballs (2 cherries, no umbrella, export strength) &
she reckons there’ll be 4 goals tomorrow. I couldn’t get which way they’d go before she passed out in her Shackleton high seat chair, gurgling. I put the remainder of her last part drunk pint of snowball in her cat’s bowl as I let myself out. The cat’s not got the ‘gift’ when drunk, it just shits itself. Serves her right for giving me an incomplete reading. I’m quite the bastard sometimes.