Seeking Scrooge-like epiphanies from one of Birmingham’s foremost clairvoyants

Everything she told me resonated as a true event that you just couldn’t explain’

By Alex Taylor

It’s near the winter solstice and the pubs and bars around Wylde Green station pulse with merriment, their windows fogged with sweaty laughter. A church spire leans over me as I pass by, and swirling, disembodied carol singing momentarily orchestrates my walk. When I turn into the darker suburbs punctuated with festive – and blue – lights,…