“If you wanna get seriously rich, what you need is magic money,” my voodoo mentor Earl Marlowe said once, as we sat in a tiny Italian cafe in the Kings Cross area of London. “Magic money?!” I exclaimed, with a grin. “Ain’t no joke,” replied Earl, with a dismissive sweep of his hand. “Might be as elusive as a four-leafed clover, but magic money is out there in circulation. If you get some in your change, or find some in your pocket, you’ll be made for life…”
