He didn't believe in the spirit world. It took no notice.
Phil is the bloke who wants the receipt. Give him a miracle and he'll take it apart on the kitchen table looking for the trick. He doesn't do incense, gurus or crystals, and he'd sooner have a cup of tea.
So somebody will have to explain to him the medium who repeated a private conversation from his own front room, word for word, right down to where the table should go. The voice that said his name, out loud, in an empty flat. The petrol tank that ran dry at the one moment in his life it needed to. The itch with no reason on it that sent him down a dark lane at midnight, straight to a stranger who had just asked for help.
He only ever told the people he trusted not to judge him. Everyone else got the practical bloke who fixes things. This book is him finally laying it all out for the rest of us, every strange thing that ever happened to him, side by side with every rational explanation he's got, so you can make up your own mind. Because he's certainly not going to make it up for you.
From rock bottom on the thirteenth floor to a life he still can't fully explain, The Secret Sceptic is a blunt, funny, big-hearted true story for anyone who's ever felt something nudge them, and pretended they didn't.
Stick the kettle on.
