I started doing magic when I was six years old, and became a professional magician as soon as I finished school at the age of 16. I have 4 years’ no-claims on my driver’s licence. That’s pretty much me in a nutshell.
I wouldn’t blame you, of course, if you finished reading there… but if you would like to find out more about me – how I got started; how I went from being a magician to a helicopter pilot (kind of) and back again; and how a chance Robbie Williams gig completely catapulted my career, along with all manner of other misdemeanours that have happened so far – then do continue.
This isn’t an autobiography per se; it’s more an overview of my life, in consecutive order, told from my perspective. So it’s almost exactly like an autobiography, just without the publishing deal.
See this as a kind of buffet of stories rather than one flowing piece. Much like a buffet however, there will be some parts you like, some parts you don’t like, and some parts that look suspiciously like they have rat shit in them. That’s all part of the fun though, isn’t it?
Feel free to dive into the different sections in any order you want with a sense of wild abandon. Want to start at the end? Be my guest! SPOILER ALERT: The main character doesn’t die. Not yet, anyway.
To be honest, this isn’t an autobiography; instead, it’s just a brief overview of some key events that have happened for me professionally so far. I’ve not gone into a tremendous amount of detail for any of them really, just enough to see what the response is like and if anyone would like to find out more. If so, pop your email address into the box on the right and I’ll keep you up the date with the progress. Plugging done.
Currently I’m writing this at Heathrow Airport, waiting to board an airplane for some magic shows I’m performing in Nassau, Bahamas – but we’ve got a fair few years to get through before finding out how I got here – so whack on the kettle, grab some baked goods (a pain au chocolat, ideally) and let’s begin.