I was born in 1971 in Lincolnshire.
When I was one my family moved to King’s Lynn in Norfolk, where my
parents still live. It was on my
eighth birthday that I realised my life was going to be
Because on my 8th Birthday my Grandmother bought me a box of
magic tricks as a gift. From then
on my life would never be the same. I was HOOKED, bitten by the magic bug.
I do not really know why I took to magic; I think mainly because it gave a child of eight the chance to get the total attention of every person in a room as they watched you perform some minor miracle. I was never one to do things by halves and very soon grew tired of performing the smaller tricks. I needed to get my hands on the type of magic that the REAL magicians used and at that time I was fortunate enough to live two doors away from a wonderful old lady called Sybil who not only had a son who was a magician but a daughter, Hazel who was married to and performed with, a magician called Graham (Gus) Wilson.
was Graham and Hazel who really helped me get started in the world of
professional magic. At that time
they owned a small shop in King’s Lynn called “The Magic Shop” and an
eight-year-old boy would go to that shop virtually every weekend with his pocket
money to buy tricks and jokes. It
was there that I asked where I could buy some of the professional magic.
not far from where I lived was the son of the man who I still consider today to
be the world’s greatest maker of magic,
His son, Bernard was behind this particular business at “The
Grange” in South Wootton (now a hotel).
It was here that I bought my very first professional piece of apparatus.
If memory serves me right it was actually my parents who bought this item
for my ninth birthday and I went along to choose the prop. My mother and I were
shown into a large room with beautifully handcrafted props lying all around.
There were big cabinets and small colourful table props – a dazzling
array of magic to choose from.
I knew exactly the item I wanted to buy. The
previous summer my brother and I had been lucky enough to have front row seats
at the Wilsons’ magic show in the King’s Lynn Festival.
Towards the end of the show, Graham Wilson called for a volunteer for one
last, very exciting effect – “The Neck Spiker”!
Like bullets from a gun, my hand and that of my brother shot up into the
air. And guess who got chosen?
You bet I was! I could only conclude that my recent unsightly bout of
chicken pox had cost me my place on the stage as I watched my brother having a
steel poker passed through his neck! And
my spotty face was positively green when I saw the picture the local paper
published of him a few days later!
resolved that that was the last time “The Neck
Spiker” was going on stage without me and so, on my ninth birthday,
my parents invested the best £15 of their lives into my career.
I have performed this illusion in nearly every single show I have ever
done and 27 years on, it still seems that every parent wants to have a
photograph of their child having a spike pushed through their neck!