A venue that's becoming increasingly popular with audiences intrigued by the question of life after death chalked up another big crowd last week.
Following unprecedented demand for tickets to see famous mediums and psychics recently such as such as Tony Stockwell, Derek Acorah and Colin Fry, Alban Arena this time played host to so-called 'Psyhic To The Stars' Sally Morgan.
Once again, not many seats left and plenty of interest for those awaiting messages from loved ones on the other side – or simply wanting a good night out.
While many fellow mediums are pretty low-key in appearance, Ms Morgan is anything but. She appears on stage wearing a variety of satin "duster" coats, loose and swingy in colours of peacock blue or bright pink, set off by some ultra-sparkly specs bordering on the Dame Edna style. Though tiny, she confesses she's addicted to cream cakes.
But while she seems to throw caution to the wind over appearance, Sally plays very safe when she covers herself legally before the show starts.
"Perhaps before we all begin any kind of statement or activity we should declare that the following content has not been proven and is for demonstration purposes only" is the message rather startlingly spelled out to the crowd before anyone is called forth from this world or the next.
She may not be a household name yet, but the larger than life Ms Morgan does at least have her own TV show and has previously given predictions to star names such as Kim Marsh and Richard Bacon. She also claims to have been psychic advisor to the late Diana Princess of Wales.
Duly warned, the evening kicks off with some photos and fill-in information abut the star of the show, where she was born into a working class family living in Fulham, complete with pictures of her old house and school.
Apparently her teachers thought she was slightly "demonic" and her old house and school were haunted by spirits which used to talk to Sally and get her into trouble.
If I had to sum up her stage persona I would say she has a bit of the female Bruce Forsyth about her – sorry Bruce.
There is a lot of "my love" and "my darling" from this blonde 57-year-old who confesses to shopping at Tesco and is apt to reveal some rather personal bits about her life, with lots of giggling going on during the performance.
As you enter the foyer a member of her team urges you to have your photo taken which will be flashed up on stage and/or put your "love message" into the psychic orb, which looks rather like a fish bowl, to be hopefully read out during the performance and have your question answered, such as a predictable "Will I get married and lead a happy life?"
You can also be recorded on the 'psychic cam' (that's a camcorder to you and me) and that, too, will be played during the performance. That bit is a winner as few people can resist the chance to have their 15 seconds of fame, so there were plenty of takers.
Questions on cards such as "Have I made the right decision?" or "Is my daughter going to recover and lead a normal life?" left a lot to be desired and were not really much for a keen psychic to get their teeth into.
Glitzy Ms Morgan made plenty of positive predictions but wasn't really getting much feedback from the crowd - and there were plenty of misses as well as hits when messages started apparently coming through.
Maybe her television show, which is geared much more to entertainment than to deep spiritual matters, has given her the wrong sort of following or expectations that are hard to follow after a TV series, where nearly all things are possible - or made possible.
Her warm and sympathetic attitude and ability to sum up a person very quickly managed to carry her through some sticky moments which were duly covered with lots of lovey-dovey "Oh, my darling" and "Oh, my poor love" kind of patter.
Entertainment takes many forms, however, and plenty of people in the audience were clearly enjoying themselves.
Sally promised to be in the foyer at the end of the evening for questions and autographs and waved and smiled herself off stage to do just that.
Even before she had finished speaking a rush of people headed for the exits - either to meet her in the flesh or make a quick escape. I resisted the temptation to get up close and personal and left fairly sceptical. I had been entertained, no doubt, but not convinced.
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