I just found this Weekend Guardian clipping from November 25th 2006. It's called "A Peek At The Diary of... Uri Geller" and it's by Marina Hyde. the satirically challenged amongst you, please move along and return to your homes; there's nothing to see here.
- Like the transcendental Tony Blair, I find myself preoccupied with my legacy. Even though I swear I worked for the CIA during the cold war, I psychically expunged my name from any relevant papers, so my role in history is currently woefully under represented.
And so it is I have announced my latest venture: the search for my paranormal protege. As I tell the world's media from my Berkshire nerve centre, I am soon to front a show on Israeli TV in which 10 contestants will pit their special powers against one another for the ultimate prize: the chance to follow in my footsteps. No title yet (we rejected Ladle Idol) but as I informed the press - apparently without irony - "I have no idea how it will turn out".
Of course, there will always be detractors with their bad energy, but please can we now move on from the case of Hungarian model Helga Farkas, which I was was paid to investigate. Yes, I predicted she would be found alive and well. And yes, they may think that they are countering this by pointing out that she was murdered by her captors. But it is a matter of interpretation. Why do they restrict readings to this astral plane? Was she not alive and well in another dimension? Who is the visionary? Who will continue my work after my death?
Trust me, I know the answers. Do you?
