“He was absolutely floored. I have to tell people what I see if I think it will help them,” she says. “Even if I’m doing the groceries.”

Supermarket guy later called Angie to tell her he was now happily engaged, and that she had hit the nail on the head with her sudden insight in the cheese aisle.

“This sort of thing happens to me all the time,” she says. “But I’m just the messenger, I pass on what I’m told. I’m still amazed that it happens to be accurate and right.”

Angie has been on Canberra’s airwaves for eight years, and has just started on talkback radio at 2CC, 9am-10am, on Saturday mornings.

“It’s where I feel I should always have been, and I feel at home there,” she says. “It’s good to try something a bit different; this is talkback, so people can call me and say what they want to say. And when they call, another voice usually pops up with a message for them.”

Angie wastes no time turning her powers on “CityNews” as we take a seat in her home office full of mystical things.

“When I have sceptics come to me or challenge me, I deal with it by freaking them out,” she says.

“But first I always tell them to be careful what they ask for, because I’m not shy at coming forward with something they might not want to hear.”

Noted. And sure enough, before we can go on with the interview, Angie says she has some things to tell me. She says my glasses are the wrong prescription (yes!), that I’m overworked and underpaid (of course!) and that my husband may join the police force (unlikely). Two out of three’s not bad, but not particularly hard to pick.

Before I know it, an hour has passed, the next hopeful client is ringing the doorbell and I’m feeling somewhat blindsided by a number of accurate insights and messages from beyond the grave that Angie could not possibly have known about or googled, and I’m not quite sure how she did it.

“I don’t like to call it psychic, and at first I didn’t even want to say clairvoyant,” she says. “My kids have copped some flak over the years, you know, things like ‘stay away from the witch’s house’.

“But this is my calling, I love it. I’ve learned to hold my head high and walk my walk. I don’t feel I have to prove anything any more. I must be doing something right, as I get so much repeat business.”

Angie says her abilities started when she was 24, following a near-death experience in 1983.

“It was after a small minor op, where I ended up in a coma,” she says.

“At the time I was working at a photo processing shop, and when I recovered and got back to work I started seeing things in the photos. Pretty soon I had people lining up around the block asking me to look at their photos and read for them.

“I was scared at first, I didn’t recognise it. I thought maybe everyone had these experiences soon after a coma, but then I realised that no one else could see what I was seeing, and I freaked out.

“Unfortunately, my boss had to let me go after that, all these people kept coming in but not to have photos printed!”

Angie admits she can’t read for herself, and that even when her now-husband came to her for a reading, she didn’t know they’d get together.

“I told him he’d marry a dark-haired girl, but I had no idea it was me,” she says – now sporting a new silver crop.

“We did have a weird experience though, when we started dating he invited me round to his place but he was locked out. He was mortified but I had a feeling my key would open his door and it did. Then we took his key and went to see if it would work on my door, and the same thing happened. The locksmith said it’s incredibly rare, and that you’d have to be psychic to find something like that out! Six months later we were married.”

Angie says that while she loves the career that “chose” her, the constant messages can be exhausting and disturbing.

“I have to be able to switch it off, or my mind would never rest,” she says. “When I go on holiday I tell people I’m a waitress.”