Uri Geller, eat your heart out

It was a simpler time, the seventies .. For most of the decade, mainstream Saturday evening TV seemed to be dominated by the supposedly spectacular exploits of Mr Uri Geller.

He did the rounds of all the major talk shows, and while he had a certain charm – hence perhaps his connections to key media decision makers and a proven marketability as ‘ideal chat show guest’ – I often wondered what exactly it was that might warrant all this attention.

‘Welcome back, Uri. So, what have you been up to since we last saw you? What pressing global problems have you been addressing with your incredible superhuman powers? Have you solved world hunger, poverty, the hole in the ozone layer, the situation in the Middle East, acid rain, ponchos and platform shoes?’

‘Thanks, no actually I’ve been bending some more spoons.’

He also used to look into the camera all Rasputin like and tell people to go and find an old watch in a drawer somewhere that they never used anymore because it was broken.

Some more engaging shenanigans would ensue, after which hey presto! anecdotal evidence from viewers would invariably produce reports of watches all over the country  ‘mysteriously’ starting to run again ..

However, apparently any watch that’s not completely buggered but has been left discarded and dejected for some time, will run again for a bit once it’s physically moved again at some point.

I just loved this utensil-based claim to fame. You can imagine him being banned from restaurants, though, with irate managers saying, ‘Stop bending our spoons! The spoons are fine!’

Since I last had a proper working watch, I hadn’t been able yet to get a new decent one again.

I’d been using a $10 watch from Bugis St. markets in Singapore, which I liked and seemed to be ok until I dropped it; followed by two $12 ones from BigW which both just refused to collaborate for some reason soon after purchase.

My late father once bought a lovely Seiko watch on a stopover in Manilla enroute to Sydney a long, long time ago. Since his passing in 1999, I have always treasured it.

The original wristband had to be replaced but I loved that it’s not one you have to wind up. Nor does it have a battery, rather it works by storing capacity from movements of the arm, hands, body etc.

Seiko-kinetic ..


I always thought that was so clever in those pre-Elon Musk days.

I repeatedly tried using it again but after the initial Geller effect it would always stop working a day or so later.

I’ve now been using it for just over a week.

Who knows, perhaps all it required was the correct level of dyskinesia?

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