"I caught a killer on the tube" - psychic Robert Broadhurst-Browne talks about his gift (From Thisisdorset)
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"I caught a killer on the tube" - psychic Robert Broadhurst-Browne talks about his gift
From fires to road smashes to giant tax rebates, psychic Robert Broadhurst-Browne has predicted it all. Now he wants to come round your home and cook your dinner. Faith Eckersall finds out more
After just 10 minutes in Robert’s cosy Winton sitting room I am beginning to feel that if he is anything to go by, being psychic must be exhausting.
If it isn’t the continual voices in his head, messages to pass on, phone calls from anxious clients, moral dilemmas over whether to shop train passengers with ‘evil presences’, professional readings or the occasional spirit turning up, then it’s his new business offering ‘Psychic suppers’.
It must be doubly difficult when, like Robert, you are a very honest psychic and are in the habit of turning away anyone you can’t ‘read’ or, if the reading is going badly, telling them: “This is rubbish, isn’t it, do you want to stop?”
But then, as Robert explains in his broad Nottingham accent, the gift, which he inherited from his grandmother, Agnes, must be used to help people and not for direct gain.
“People always want to know if I can predict the lottery or the horses but I say if I could, would I really be sitting here in Winton?” he laughs.
Indeed. But what he claims he has predicted, some of which is contained in his book I Must Be Psychic is uncanny to say the least.
Robert says he has helped on several police investigations, both locally, he says he gave aid during the investigation of the death of Celine Figard who was murdered by a Poole trucker, and last year felt compelled to call the police after seeing ‘prostitutes and a dagger’ when he looked at a creepy passenger opposite him on the tube.
“Previously I’d been watching a film with these kind of things so I did question myself, was I just being silly? But the feelings were so strong,” he says.
Unsure what to do he moved, called the police, described the man and he says that officers boarded the carriage and arrested him.
“It turned out he’d been someone they’d been looking for ages and he had killed prostitutes.”
How does he do all this?
“With clients I literally read them,” he says.
“It’s just like two people chatting and I pick up on what they’re feeling.”
But what about all this, I ask him, gesturing to his table decorated with various coloured stones, a pack of tarot cards and a crystal ball.
“People expect to see the cards and sometimes I let them pick one,” he says.
“While they’re doing that I get the chance to read them but to be honest all that is for show, it’s a load of nonsense as far as I’m concerned.”
So crystal balls are just that, then? “Well, my granny could see into one but all I ever see is my upside-down face.”
He tells me about one client who was disgruntled when he predicted a house move and a significant sum of money coming into her life.
“She said I’d told her things which she thought were rubbish” he says but the woman later contacted him to reveal that she had received a substantial tax rebate and was then able to buy a flat.
Another client for whom he’d predicted a windfall sent him a letter with a picture of her.
“That’s me with Noel Edmonds after winning £75,000,” she wrote.
The main reason people come to see him is love, he says. “After that it’s their job or health.”
And he doesn’t spare them.
“I am very blunt,” he says.
“I tell it like it is.” That includes bad news, but he always checks with them to ensure they really want to hear it.
Surprisingly, many do.
At this juncture I decide to test his powers, as he says he can do graphology, I write and sign my name.
What he tells me is too personal to share, spookily accurate and strangely comforting.
How he can tell me all this from just four words written in less than 15 seconds I am still not sure.
But here’s the thing. You don’t have to take my word for it, you can test him yourself, either in his home or yours, because Robert, who is also a trained chef, has just launched Special Event Cuisine, serving fine fare such as layered salmon terrine and venison sausages braised in red wine for dinner-parties.
“I cook the food, we have a waitress to serve and clear up and then after they’ve eaten, everyone gets a 20-minute reading if they want one,” he says.
I may be wrong, of course, but I confidently predict that this idea will run and run.
This story features in this weekend's Seven Days magazine. See more like it at bournemouthecho.co.uk/sevendays