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Three hundred words doesn't seem a lot . . . unless you have little to say. The only noteworthy event was my effect on a ten-year-old boy in a school I visited last week. It's all to do with astrology, something I used to think was a load of nonsense.

Then I met a very sensible and intelligent lady who'd been studying astrology for years and I began to think there might be something in it.

I read a few books and forgot most of what I read . . . the only thing I remember is how to spot a Leo.

I often go into a class and tell a child "You were born in July, weren't you?" This happened in one of the schools I visited last week.

A lovely lad he was, too . . . straightforward, friendly and bubbly.

When I told him I knew he was born at the end of July and he confirmed it, we were both stunned . . . I'm always taken aback to be proved right. You'll be pleased to hear that the effect was spoiled when another lad, pleasant but quiet and not a bit bubbly, put up his hand and said he was born on the same date. I hadn't spotted him!

That made me feel better as I can't really believe in Leo-spotting. However, although I may not be able to spot all Leos, I've never told someone they were a Leo without them confirming it!

Strange, isn't it?