Street lamps flicker when she passes, TVs change channels when she walks into a room and she sends electronic clocks haywire.
Debbie Wolf claims she is one of Britain’s growing army of “sliders” – people who believe their presence causes havoc with household appliances, radios and light bulbs.
Her bizarre abilities, dubbed by paranormal experts “Street Light Interference” syndrome or SLI, don’t just make life a nuisance for Debbie, they have earned her international fame.
…Sceptics say SLI is purely wishful thinking and coincidence – and has yet to be demonstrated by Debbie or anyone else in a controlled laboratory experiment.
But if Debbie and her fellow “electric people” are proved right, scientists will have to re-write all the known rules of physics.
If the only proof you need to get a story like this printed is your own-say so, perhaps we should sell our own real-life spooky stories to the Mail? I’ve instructed my agent to see what they’ll pay for “The spooky speccy Scot who can make magic monkeys fly out of his arse”.
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> But if Debbie and her fellow â€œelectric peopleâ€ are proved right, scientists will have to re-write all the known rules of physics.
A fine example of sarcasm from The Mail there.
And a nice explanation of Skinnerian logic from Prof Wiseman at the end of the piece.
What a load of nonce-sense.
Erm, magic monkeys who can defeat Albanian immigrants, increase house prices and find Maddy and I think you’re in with a chance.
Mail pays Â£ 1 a word, double that for features and double again for a Splash (ie mentioned on front page).
Go for it!
And if that proves to be right, they will need to rewrite the rules of evulation.
For every ‘idea’ that will be proven right, rules will have to be rewritten right?
But evulation has no rules!
About 15 years ago, when I was living in Bradford, I was walking to my evening bar shift. As I walked down one particular street, just before I reached each lampost, the light went out. Once, was bad enough, after the third I was beginning to feel quite freaked out. In all, four went out. It’s never happened since, and I have no explanation for it, other than some council worker having a laugh at my expense. I am, however, one of those people who will get massive static shocks off pretty much anything, which is a bit of a disadvantage for a technology journalist. Maybe I was supercharged that night? Now you think I’m weird.
No, it’s not weird at all. Same thing happened to me as a teenager. After a ouija board session. I’d like to say that as a rational, intelligent person I realised it was just a coincidence, but of course I damn near filled my pants.