“Call me now.”
Those words, spoken in a Jamaican (or, at least, purportedly Jamaican) accent, immediately conjure a vivid mental image for anyone who watched late-night TV in the latter half of the 1990s. They picture Miss Cleo, delivering her catchphrase in a headwrap with a smile, as a 1-800 number scrolls across a television screen – dangling psychic advice at the touch of a button.
