It’s a dark — dare I say eerie — Wednesday night in west London and the Spiritualist church is full. ABBA’s “I have a dream” plays softly as more of the congregation filter in. After the opening prayers and three minutes of meditation to Enya’s 2000s hit “Only Time” we’re ready. Ready to speak to the dead.
One of tonight’s mediums, a fabulously blonde, tanned and bejeweled woman named Bev Mann stands in the pulpit. She’s joined, she says, by a spirit who reminds her of the comedian Max Wall. He liked to wear wigs.
