Our big break came when Bob Geldof's TV production company Planet 24 rang us to audition for a new programme to be screened early mornings on Channel 4 and to be called The Big Breakfast. We were to be their resident psychics. Each week we would appear with Paula Yates and predict the coming week's news headlines.

We were two of over 350 psychics they had chosen to interview, one being madam Vascoe, the Duchess of York's psychic and Nella Jones, the famous psychic detective. The producers decided we were the best in the country.

At the 'job interview' Jane and I gave private sittings to two of the most sceptical producers (one was Nick Love who was married to Bianca in Eastenders) so that they could ascertain whether we were psychic or not before we did a screen test. Both of them were shaken by how much we could tell them about their lives and people they knew in the spirit, indeed the young man I gave a reading to was so emotionally overwhelmed that he requested if he could take a little time off to come to terms with what he'd just experienced.

Next we did a screen test to camera in which we would make our predictions for the coming week. The camera crew laughed when Jane said that one of the Queen's beloved corgis would die but this prophesy and most of the other predictions we made all came to pass within the week.

We got the job.

I'm sure Paula Yates was just itching to tear us apart from the moment she first saw us come onto the brightly coloured set to the tones of the music from The Twilight Zone. It's her Taurean instinct. But time after time our predictions were spot on and soon even she accepted that what we were doing couldn't be dismissed as cleaver guesswork. We foresaw world events with an accuracy that amazed everyone including sometimes ourselves. We predicted the El Al air tragedy in Holland, the birth of 'miracle' Siamese twins who were separated, that Princess Anne would marry and the venue would be Scotland, the Queen being hit by an egg, haemophiliac blood contaminated in France; men walking to the South Pole; Elizabeth Taylor's heart attack; Rembrandt drawings found; a mock assassination attempt on Ross Perot; the French farmers' lamb protest; Cliff Richard losing his voice; a boy impaled on railings; Mafia boss Totto seized; footballer Paul Gascoigne getting a black eye; cult leader Koresh killing himself; Chris Patten having an heart attack; the horse ripper attacks; oil tankers colliding off Indonesia; and an unscheduled meeting of the Queen with Boris Yeltsin.

Chris Evans, Paula Yates, Gabby Rossiter, the crew and even the owner Waheed Ali all became very interest in what we were doing and occasionally asked for predictions about their own lives. Chris told us that he was quite open to psychic things ever since his mother became very interested in spiritual healing.

At the first Big Breakfast party we were so swamped by people wanting impromptu readings that we nearly missed all the fun. Waheed Ali and Charlie Parsons had, it was rumoured, spent over £20,000 to make sure we were all rewarded for making the show such a huge success.

It was an amazing party. They hired a disused factory that had three floors. The first floor was decked out as heaven with stained glass windows angels and the like, the ground was purgatory with a 20 ft pair of hands pointing to heaven and to the Hell in the basement. In 'Hell' you could get drinks and candy floss if you bought 'Bank of Spank' currency from any of the chain smoking nuns wearing sunglasses. Various performers entertained throughout the building including a bizarre surrealistic pageant of ballroom dancers smiling gaily at the crowds.

This, in my opinion was their best party although a close second must be the boxing party which synchronised our celebrations with Frank Bruno's world championship challenge against Mike Tyson in America. In the centre of the party was a boxing ring in which the entertainment took place and we all stopped to watch Bruno fight on a massive screen that showed the fight live from America. Everyone placed a bet for a big prize and of course many people asked what Jane and I predicted. We didn't have the heart to bet on anyone except the magnanimous Frank Bruno who we'd got to know briefly on the show. He lost.

The Big Breakfast was great fun and certainly got us known quickly. It was also exciting mixing with the famous and every week we seemed to meet another mega-star. It was so casual. I spent quite a while talking to someone who I thought was part of the crew. "I recognise that bloke" I said to Jane innocently as we climbed the stairs to the dressing room.

"That 'bloke' is Patrick Swayze stupid. You know, the one that stared in your favourite film Ghost" But Jane is used to this she knows my legendary bad memory for names and faces.

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