Indian mystic

I've just had a leaflet pushed through my door offering the services of a sort of Indian wise man. He operates from an office opposite the local Esso station, which admittedly doesn't sound very exotic, but he nonetheless claims to be able to cure all my problems: money, children, health, career, bad luck, black magic etc etc. He does this by means of prayers and 'laxmi pooja'. I think I had that once, after a dodgy tandoori takeaway.

 

We used to get such leaflets when we lived in sheffield. Apparently you could call him out any time and he'd come and do some magic. I must admit I was tempted. It would be worth about £25 to get all my mates round to watch some frail old chap doing a dance and a chant in the living room.

 

Remember the one in Milligan's war diaries?

 

If he was a good mystic he would already know who needs his services!

Whatever you do, don't hit him if he is smiling. . . .

Don't strike a happy medium ! ! ! Now where's me coat? Cheers, Tony.