Saw Colin last week and wasn't that impressed: nice bloke and his warm-up was entertaining but at one point we thought Lee Evans was going to walk on!!! He started by getting a sense of the audience, but this took some time and when he found someone he spent far to long with them. I was nearly asleep - nothing he said was that relevant and he was clutching at straws for most of the show and it dragged and dragged. From seeing him on tv, they must do a lot of editing to make a good show. My advice: don't waste your money!!!

tracey wesson 5 Jul 2008

Saw Colin Fry at Sheffield Last week and only having seen him on TV before, I wasn't sure what to expect. I believe you shouldn't judge him because he must believe in his abilities or he couldn't be that cruel to con people on such a big scale.

I myself have had what I call messages from my loved ones that have passed over and truly believe that life goes on, but if a person isn't spiritual or susceptible to such things then they need help from someone like Colin who most of the time just verifies what they already believe.

He has a unique way of lifing the feelings of bereaved people.

sandy 11 Oct 2007

I have always believed in the afterlife and have been to spiritualist churches. I went to see Colin Fry On Friday 5th October with a group of people. We all agreed we would advise people to spend their hard-earned money on something else. My heart went out to many people there who were desperate for a message and instead spent most of the evening listening to a lecture on Aids. I came away feeling less convinced of life after death than any other time in my life. When he asked the audience how many people came to see him last year, about a handful put up their hands. I can see why. I and many people sat around me will not be going again.

wendy 8 Oct 2007

I went along to see Colin Fry, ‘the country’s most famous spiritualist medium’, with a mind carefully switched to ‘open’, trying to set aside my overwhelming scepticism in an attempt to give myself every opportunity to be convinced (though I wasn’t quite sure of what), or at least to learn something valuable or intriguing about human nature.

There was a strong sense of excitement as the theatre was filling up. A camera trained upon the auditorium, picking out each audience member and projecting them on to a big screen at the back of the stage. On a stool in front of the screen were a glass of water and a box of tissues. Before Fry himself had even reached the stage, we had a fair (and slightly worrying) idea of what form the evening was going to take.

Trained as a professional medium from the age of seventeen, Fry is a consummate performer, charming and humorous; his own warm-up man. In fact the most surprising thing about the whole show was the relaxed way in which it was conducted. I use the word ‘show’ advisedly; whatever one’s private opinion about the truth behind psychic powers, there was no denying that this was, and was intended to be, an absorbing piece of theatre. Fry would stand quietly on stage, waiting for a message which would direct him to a specific member of the audience. Sometimes wide of the mark, sometimes breathtakingly detailed, communications ranged from a dead husband’s disapproval of gardening plans to the reassurances of a cot-death baby. Some of it was pretty harrowing stuff, but I’ll confess I was slightly taken aback by the pedestrian preoccupations of the dead, having (naively?) hoped for something a little darker: Aeneas meeting Hector in the underworld, maybe.

I’m not sure exactly what I’d hoped to get out of the evening, but I certainly didn’t leave convinced of ‘life after death’, nor did I learn anything much about human nature apart from that it is eternally hopeful. But the point is that Fry’s show was not intended for me, or for those like me, and I feel vaguely guilty writing about the people I saw as though they were performing tricks for my amusement. They weren’t; they were ordinary, bereaved, sad, seeking people, and if the show wasn’t aimed at me, it was certainly aimed at them, and I imagine they were comforted. Whether that’s a good thing, I’ll leave up to you.

Susie Cogan 10 Sep 2005