I went to Jan. It was my first ever visit to a psychic and a bit of a strange one. Maybe I didn't say enough or give him enough background... anyway. His tarot reading was very literal and keywordy - the Emperor had to refer to my father, and the whole thing went a bit pear-shaped when I told him that I didn't know my father, had never met the man, and didn't feel particularly strongly about it in any way. I wasn't sure why or how it could be relevant. He told me it was. He didn't seem to consider that the Emperor could refer to anything else.
It all was a bit awkward.
Also: he told me to try writing for TV, that I could bring a new voice to it and could be successful. After the reading (it ended a few minutes early), I wandered down to Seven Dials and saw a new food concession: a crepe van with a punny name. Since I was hungry, I stopped off and started talking to the man who ran it. He was a nice guy: it was a new business venture for him, he'd literally just started it. His previous job? He worked in television. But, he told me, there was no work in television at present, nothing being commissioned, nothing happening. There was more money - and more opportunities - in crepes.
Hmm, I thought. Hmm, I still think.
Still. The visit to the psychic got me back to tarot, which I'd abandoned for a long time. So it wasn't a waste of time, not at all. It also helped me find a very delicious source of banana and chocolate crepes, so it really wasn't a waste