Suits me.

Thanks to my public attack on the program, the owners of the "format", Ninox TV and various other players, I am the frequent recipient of e mails, phone calls and blog attention from people on both sides of the divide - those who sit in awe of the marvels of Cruickshank, Webber, et al and those of us who wonder how people can be so sucked in to such basic parlour tricks.

It's always interested me that the most vociferous critics of psychics and other frauds have been professional magicians - Jon Zealando, Richard Wiseman, Banachek, Penn Jillette and James Randi, right back to the Master, Houdini.

And they're not just critics, they utterly despise the fraudsters and charlatans. James Randi has made a career out of it, while Jon Zealando ruined one with it - showing that what each and every one of these crooks does is a simple (and usually badly-done) conjuring trick and illusion.

Now, not everyone can become a magician - there is an important code of conduct, which is almost never broken - the preservation of the "magic" itself. This means keeping the secrets secret. Nobody's going to go to Vegas to watch Penn Jillette if half the audience is able to pull a rabbit out of a silk scarf.

Magicians have class.

Psychics have none.

This is best exemplified by Sensing Murder.

In the pages displayed on the left, you'll learn that what Sensing Murder and its band of fraudulent psychics do is the intellectual equivalent of pissing on the graves of the dead.

We hold stiff penalties in law for those who defile graves.

Yet we allow scumbags who fraudulently claim to be able to contact the dead to defile the memory every bit as much as if the family arrived at the grave to find a puddle of urine seeping into the ground by the headstone.

By watching Sensing Murder, you're just adding to the flow. I do hope it feels good.