How to make money out of magic

How to make money out of magic
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DevilStick Peat performing his jumping ring (of doom)

After a winter of performing magic and juggling at Birthday parties, Medieval banquets and Circus workshops, (click on the red words for more info) birds are once again singing in the trees. Events are eagerly booking us for festivals and the overdraft is at its limit. All these things can mean only one thing. Spring is slowly springing, summer is awaiting its grand entrance and we here at the fools house are looking forward to a bumper season of fun, laughter, fun and fun (0k, so that’s actually 3 things, but hey, who’s counting).

We’re already booked for our favorite events such as “The loxwood joust”  and “The cambridge town and country fair”. We’ve also got new events like “The British juggling convention” and for all our friends and fans up north, a week long booking at “Alnwick castle”.

Also, as always we have loads of new magic routines as well as all your old favorites. So say tuned for further updates on where and when we’ll be performing. Infact, one of the best ways to keep updated on where and when to find us is to like our super exciting “facebook page”.

But enough of that. Time for the main part of this blog about the trials and tribulations of a modern day medieval, fool. My never before revealed revelations on how anyone, yes, even you! can make a small fortune out of performing magic (I kid thee not).

As someone who performs magic as their main income, there are 3 questions that I get asked more than any others. They are, in order of commonality:

  1. How did you do that magic trick?
  2. Why did you become a professional magician?
  3. How did you become a professional magician and what’s the secret of your success?

So in this chapter of my blog, I thought Id not only answer them, but in so doing, also give away, free of charge, my fail proof guaranteed secret to using magic to make a small fortune. And the beauty of this secret is that anyone can do it, yes, even you!

1) How did you do that magic trick?

This is the question both adults and children alike ask most. Normally after I’ve done some amazing piece of prestidigitation. The reply to which is normally “can you keep a secret? Well so can I”

2) Why did you become a professional magician?

Thats a good question and one that has a very simple answer. “Because I couldn’t afford to be an amature one”

3) How did you become a professional magician and what’s the secret of your success?

That’s another good question. However the answer to this one isn’t quite so simple. So why not go make yourself a cuppa, then sit back and relax as I tell you all not only how I became a professional performer, but also, for the first time ever, give away the fail proof secret to my success in the form of my latest ebook. A book entitled

AN EASY TO FOLLOW 6 STEP GUIDE GUARANTEED TO MAKE ANYONE, (YES, EVEN YOU) A SMALL FORTUNE FROM MAGIC, GUARANTEED

(By award winning magician, jester and all round good guy, DevilStick Peat).

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DevilStick Peat uses “the wand of doom” to tap the tubular tubes of wonder.

“But what” I hear you ask “makes me feel qualified to right such a book in regards to performing and magic”?

Over 30 years in the trade, thats what. 30 years in which I have traveled the world. In Saint-Tropez  I worked for some of the worlds richest and most powerful people. In a Gujarati mud hut I performed for some of the worlds poorest orphans. I’ve worked at the worlds biggest festivals and small village fetes. Banquets, birthdays and funerals. You name it and I’ve performed magic there. But before I tell you the secret to making a small fortune from magic (I kid you not). Let me answer the first part of that question.

How did you become a professional magician

DevilStick Peat. The early days:

An ex soldier goes to Glastonbury festival

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me, not long after I left the army, way back in the early 80s

I was 24 and had not long left the army. I was living in a town in kent and spending my time going from one dead end job to another. Working in factories and the such like and hating every minute of it. I remember laying in bed and thinking “This cant be all there is to life. There just has to be more than work, drink, bills, rent and drink. There just has to be”

Occasionally a bit of colour would come into my life in the form of Tat and Ray. They were two traveling brothers who’d wander around europe busking with music and having loads of adventures. When they were in town I’d meet them in my local pub and they’d tell me tales of far off lands with sunshine, cheap wine and pretty girls. Oh how I envied them with their freedom and winter suntans, but I wasn’t musical and, if you’ve ever heard me sing, then you’d know why I now do comedy and magic for a living. So instead I just carried on going from job to job and getting more and more depressed.

Then one hot, sunny afternoon back in the 80’s I was walking home from the off license. In one hand I had a crate of newcastle brown ale, in the other a few bottles of thunderbird wine (as you do on a sunny afternoon in june). A van pulled up with a friend and two beautiful identical twins in the front. “Hi pete” he said with a grin “thats a lot of booze you’ve got, and we’ve got a spare ticket to glastonbury”

“Great” I said jumping in the vans side door. As we drove down the road I knelt behind the front seats, leaned over so that my head was between the young ladies and said “just one question. what is this glaston-thingy your on about”?

They laughed and one of the ladies said ” You’ve never heard of Glastonbury! Oh Pete, you’re going to have soooo much fun”. And she was so right.

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Performing my famous devilstick routine (of doom)

Touched by the hand of fate

Fast forward a few days and Im having a great time, what with the music, hippy fields, pretty ladies and sunshine. I staggered somewhat drunkenly into a field and there was a man playing with what I now know to be devilsticks. I sat watching him for ages as he would get them tick tocking up into the air for a few minutes then they’d fall back to the ground. I was fascinated and asked him how long he’d been doing it. When he said “about an hour” I asked him where he’d got them from.

“over there” he said pointing further into the field

I looked towards where he was pointing and noticed several things. There was a circus big top, lots of people playing with juggling equipment, lots of pretty young ladies and a stall selling juggling kit. Above the stall was a sign saying “ODDBALLS”.

I wandered over and saw my friends sitting on the grass so I joined them and watched as people played with all types of juggling equipment, most of which I’d never seen before. One man had several sets of devilsticks and let me have a try. For the next hour I just played and played. Then I suddenly had a still slightly drunken revelation and knew what I was going to do. I still look back on that moment as the moment I was touched by the hand of fate. But the picture was suddenly so vivid in my mind that I turned around to my friends and said “If I got a set of those sticks and a red and yellow jesters suite, I could travel the world”. One of the twins laughed and said something like “You…… Juggle! You’d never get it together enough to learn something like that”

That made me so angry (mainly because she was right) that I borrowed £13 off of my mate and went over to the stall and brought my first set of devilsticks. The rest of the festival was spent sober and practising in the sunshine (well, more sober than I had been).

The Black Mountains

I returned to my home town with a plan which, now I’ve sobered up, seemed crazy, but I’d told everyone what I was going to do, so couldn’t back out now.

There was a temp agency that I’d sometimes use if I couldn’t find work. The manager knew that I was not only a good worker, but also one with a brain. They had a temp job going that was good money, very good money. It was 12 hour nights Monday-Thursday at £13 an hour. A nice rate now, but back in the 80’s it was real, serious money. If you done more than four days the extra was time and a half (£26 an hour). I worked 5 nights a week for several months. It was a horrid job in a horrid factory, but it paid the bills and allowed me to save a fair bit of money.

Then one spring morn I told them I’m leaving the job. He boss man asked what I was going to do that was worth giving up that type of money and I’ll never forget the look on his face when I said “I’m going to go sit on a mountain in wales, learn to juggle, then travel around putting my hat on the floor and seeing if anyone will throw money into it”! I then had a great leaving home party that lasted two days longer than intended before my mother-of-all-hangovers and I left town and headed down to south wales. I had no idea where I was going to end up, only that I wanted a clean break with no distractions, lots of green countryside, a couple of aspirins for my headache and somewhere to pitch a tent. I ended up in the black mountains near Brecon.

My time in the infantry meant that I was quite happy camping in the woods. Infact, once I realized that I didn’t have to be as camouflaged etc as I was in the army, it seemed quite comfortable and I loved waking up to the sound of the birds singing

A little way down hill was the village of Talgarth. Talgarth was a small village who’s biggest employer was the large mental health facility based on the edge of the village. It was the sort of village where no one seemed to know who was a doctor, who was a nurse and who was a patient that had managed to escape for a few days. The sort of place where a nutter living next to the waterfall that fed the woodland surrounded small lake known as “the witches pool” seemed quite normal. Here I trained, using books Id brought from my many trips to oddballs shop in london. Then one day I headed into Brecon town to do some shopping and maybe meet a few of the locals that Id got to know for a beer or two.

I didn’t know until I got there but it was the weekend of the Brecon Jazz festival. This meant that town was a lot busier than normal. It also meant that a lot of those people had had way too much to drink. As always I had my juggling equipment with me, I never went anywhere without it just incase someone found my tent and robbed me. So I made a decision. I was going to do my first ever bit of busking!

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A one off, custom made medieval magic routine called the run dragon run trick (of doom)

For ages I stood there, devilsticks in hand, telling myself that I could do this, just as soon as I stop shaking. But still I couldn’t actually find the courage to put my hat out and busk. Then a young lady walked past. she stopped and came back again.

“Are they devilsticks”? she asked. I told her they were and she asked me to show her what I could do with them. I started playing and a group of about 4 people who were walking down the street stopped to watch. I played for a few minutes then stopped to talk to the lady (after all, she was very pretty and I was young and single).The others clapped and one of them held out a coin asking where my hat was. I was surprised as I wasnt busking, just showing off to a pretty lady, but thinking quickly I held out my hat and got a coin off of each of them.

After that I came back to kent and got a friend to make me a jesters suit, a red and yellow one just like the one I’d imagined that day in glastonbury and decided to head south, down towards the mediterranean sea and all the wonderful towns, women and adventures that Tat and Ray had told me about.

Traveling and busking and war zones

My I.D. from War child, one of the various N.G.Os I worked with around the world (in this case, Kosovo).

For legal reasons I wont go into too many details, but surface to say I had a great time traveling Europe. Italy was a good place to make money. Spain really wasn’t (Although I once spent a winter living in a wonderful 5 roomed cave there. One that came with a garden, front door and letterbox. No postman, but still it had a letter box) . France was a good party, especially along the mediterranean, where the tourist paid in the day for the beers and partying that my fellow buskers and I would enjoy that night. And as for Amsterdam! Well the truth is I don’t remember a lot about my time there, which just goes to prove how much fun it really must of been. I even met up with Ray and spent a summer in business with him, running a bar at festivals (often without the festivals knowledge).

I was waking up on beaches to the sight of the sun rising over a deep blue sea. Sleeping on mountain sides in thick, lush woodland and just loving being able to spend days at a time in a forest, far from the madding crowd. Manys a time I’d say “The gods have blessed me. I don’t know why, but they have”. Then one day, on my way from Southern Ireland to somewhere else, I stopped off for a few days to see some friends in Glastonbury town.

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Working for Children’s world in kosovo. The man next to me is the late great Booper the clown.

Whilst there I met a young lady and ended up settling down for a few years. I even got a flat! Not just a bedsit, but a real live flat with more than one room. I remember sitting in the front room at night and thinking what an effort it is to walk all the way to the bedroom, just to sleep. Then, way back in 1999, Arabella Churchill, granddaughter of Sir Winston Churchill and  the founder of a great charity called “Children’s World” asked me if I’d go to war torn kosova for a few weeks to work with the children there, care of her latest charity, “Children’s World International”. It was 72 days after the end of the war and the country was still in chaos with bombings and revenge shootings and all sorts of things happening and in the middle of all this was severely traumatized children, all being looked after and taught by severely traumatized adults.

I’m not going to use this blog to rant on about it, surface  to say it was a horrible situation both for the children and us. But it was a situation in which I could make a small difference and that’s when I realized just why it was that the gods had blessed me. For the next decade or so my obsession was working with children affected by violence. not just war, but all sorts of violence including war, terrorism, blood feuds and sexual trafficking. It took me to lots of fun places such as Ossetia, Iraq and Tamil Eelam. Places full of big guns, fun kids and cheap alcohol. I went from performing shows for the children to writing projects, sourcing funding and running teams that worked in these places. And my paper of parachute games in relation to refugees was adopted by several UNICEF departments (something that I’n actually quite proud of).

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performing for war traumatized children in Kosovo 1999

My first paying gig

In the winter I’d do my charity work, and in the summer Id not only go busking, but also perform at medieval events. I’d been busking in kent one day and a man approached me and told me that he was incharge of a medieval street event in Rye the next weekend. He couldn’t pay me but I was welcome to busk at it and maybe they’d hire me for the next year. I’d never been to, or even heard of reenactments, but thought that it sounded like the sort of place that a jester should work, so decided to give it a go and I’m so glad I did. The event itself was not only fun, but in future years they even paid me to perform at it. I also got another offer of work from it and picked up my first ever paid gig!

In the winter Id do my charity work, and in the summer Id not only go busking, but also perform at medieval events. I’d been busking in kent one day and a man approached me and told me that he was incharge of a medieval street event in Rye next weekend. He couldn’t pay me but I was welcome to busk at it and maybe they’d hire me for the next year. I’d never been to, or even heard of reenactments, but thought that it sounded like the sort of place that a jester should work, so decided to give it a go and I’m so glad I did. The event it’s self was fun and in future years they paid me to perform at it. I also got another offer of work from it and picked up my first ever paid gig!

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The worlds only card trick performing duck (of doom). Why is it looking over the blindfold? Because it’s peeking duck (sorry about that joke)

I was booked to perform at a free to enter street event in Battle known as “The Battle Medieval Fayre”. It was, and still is a lovely event where the whole local community comes together to put on a medieval street market with stalls, maypole dancing, fighting knights in armour and lots of other entertainment, including of course, yours truly.

I say “still is” as the event is not only still happening (the late may bank holiday sunday and monday) but they still, after all these years, they still book yours truly to perform at it! and they call me the fool. I often wish that I’d recorded my yearly shows there so that I could see how I’ve progressed from a juggler in a jesters suit, to a performing jester, with magic, juggling, comedy and wit.

One medieval event lead to another (which is just as well as an unemployed jester is nobodies fool), my nylon jesters suit turned into authentic clothing. Other festivals and banquets started booking me. Soon it was becoming like a real job, but I was also getting older.

Settling down and learning magic

It doesn’t matter how hard you try to hold back time, it catches up with you in the end and I was hitting that age where doing a 30-45 minute, high energy comic juggling show several times a day was beginning to hurt. Also my juggling was at a level where is wasn’t really worth taking it any further. By that I mean that the public wasn’t going to get any more enjoyment out of a comic 7 ball routine than they would a comic 5 ball routine. So i decided that it was time for a change, time to learn something different, something less energetic yet still magical. Time to learn magic.

It was around this time that I also decided to make another change in my life. I woke up one day in a lovely piece of woodland in kent and thought “you know what Peat? When you’re 20 something and living in a wood, you’re cool. When you’re 40 something and living in a wood, you’re just plain weird. Time to put down some routes”. So I got myself a flat on the coast, about 20 miles from Canterbury, became a director of the prestigious Kent Circus School and started to research comic magic. I soon realized several things. Firstly, that there are several skill levels and tricks designed for that level of skill. The amount of money I spent of tricks that I hadn’t any chance of learning yet was frightening. Imagine a  6 year old child spending his sweet shop money on a copy of war and peace, then trying to understand it. That’s what I felt like trying a lot of the tricks I’d brought.

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My version of Tommy coopers glass bottle bottle glass (of doom) With a large nod to Lance Burton.

I also discovered that there are different types of magic. E.G. close up, stage and parlour. Plus there is all the different genders like Coin magic, sleight of hand, self working and cards to name a few. Not to mention all the sub genders such as card manipulation verse card forces and so on. It took a long time and a lot of mistakes, often very expensive mistakes to discover what magic was best for me, or rather for my persona.

Another thing I decided on early in my magical venture was that just learning another performers routine was something I just couldn’t do. Don’t get me wrong. There are some great magic routines out there and the books and dvd’s that teach them, move by move and word by word are truly awesome. The trouble is this. I think (and I hope I’m right on this) that My DevilStick Peat persona it a truly unique character and because of this it needs unique magic routines, what works for other performers characters won’t work for mine. Also there are jokes and gags that I can use that others cant. This means that there are 3 sides to my magic routines.

  1. Finding the magic effects that are of the right skills level that work for me.
  2. Learning the various moves and sleights needed to perform the various magic effects possible with that prop.
  3. Writing and choreographing a magic routine based around those effects.

Number one is done by trial and error, talking to other magicians and just watching other magicians at every possible opportunity.

Number two is a combination of hard work, more hard work and a distinct lack of any form of social life

Number 3 is a case of working out which moves lead most natully to which move. Banging one’s head against walls whilst trying to think up the spoken parts of the routine, and always keeping something I can write ideas and sudden bits of inspiration on nearby, especially when I’m in bed. Trust me on this. The importance of having that notebook by the bed can not be over rated. As waking the wife up at 3am and saying “hey, if I done this whilst saying that then the effect would be such and such”, does not lead to a happy, pain free marriage (Please, just trust the voice of experience on this one).

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A crowd enjoying a 2 minute routine (of doom) totally unaware of the months of work involved in getting it to performance standard.

So as you can see, an effect that amuses you for a few minutes isn’t just the result of spending a hundred or more pounds on props and a quick back stage read of the instructions. It’s so much more than that.

It’s the result of months, and in some cases years of hard work, research and practise. It’s the result of all that time, money and effort spent on all those tricks that just didn’t work or which weren’t right for me.

It’s the result of all those sleepless nights stressed out and worrying that my wife might find out how much that magic trick really costs (Indeed, my biggest fear is that, once I’m dead, she will sell my magic, not for the amount it’s worth, but for the amount I’ve told her it cost).

It’s the result of days, nights, weeks months and years of blood, sweat and tears.

So as you can now understand, it’s taken years to learn how to be successful enough to make a small fortune out of magic. And over those years I have learnt many short cuts and lesions born not just of advice from my fellow magicians, but also of mistakes (often very expensive and/or reputation and soul destroying mistakes).

I’d hate to see you, my faithful readers suffer the same trials and tribulations that I have and so, after careful deliberation, I have decided to publish my full, easy  to follow, step by step guide on how to, quite literally, make a small fortune from magic. A guide that does exactly what it says on the tin. A guide that’s simply called

AN EASY TO FOLLOW 6 STEP GUIDE GUARANTEED TO MAKE ANYONE, (YES, EVEN YOU) A SMALL FORTUNE FROM MAGIC, GUARANTEED

The classic linking rings (of doom)

(By award winning magician, jester and all round good guy, DevilStick Peat).

  1. Start off with a large fortune
  2. Spend it on hundreds of magic tricks, most of which you’ll discover aren’t any good, many of which don’t do what they say they will, a lot of which aren’t right for you, a few of which you like, of which one or two are of use to you.
  3. Join the many second hand magic groups on facebook and sell all save the ones you like for a fraction of what they cost and use the money to repeat steps 1, 2, and 3.
  4. Give up any notions of having a social life whilst you spend a year or more learning the 7 tricks you’re now left with
  5. Contact agents and events, tell them how much you charge then, after endless emails, end up working for a mere pittance (and of cause the none existent great publicity and exposure that they said the event will give you and your magic)
  6. Get a real, Monday to Friday job that pays the bills so that you can put the money from performing magic in the bank until you have amounted a small fortune.

Easy, job done.

Until next time

Yours truly

D. S. Peat

P.S. All the people named in this brief history of my life are true, only the events have been changed to make it more believable.

Foot note

 

 

Whats that? you were expecting a proper, genuine sensible ebook!!! Just which part of the job title “Jester” don’t you understand

Stormageddon’s view of it all

Stormageddon’s view of it all
Sir Stormageddon the cute

I apologise for the fact that it’s been so long since the last blog entry. This is because DevilStick Peat and Jester Dragonfly have been so busy performing that they just haven’t had the time to put pen to paper, let alone finger tips to keyboard. That’s why this entry is being written by the true star of our shows, the one and only Stormagedden.

Girl Guiding

Well since the last entry mummy and daddy have helped me at various events. We’ve ran juggling workshops for various brownie and guide groups and daddy even earnt his girl guides circus badge! These are diffrent from our normal circus workshops, as they a specially designed to get them through their respected badges. When we tought our local guides pack we were joined by two of my sisters, nat and Sophie. Nat is great at teaching diabolo, Sophie is great with poi and I’m great at looking cute and getting all the girl guides to fuss me and tell me how sweet I am (cause I is).

Birthday Parties

We’ve also worked at several birthday parties, where daddy performs his magic juggling show (the one that has juggling and magic in it). Then mummy and daddy teach all the girls and boys how to juggle, stilt-walk and plate spinning. I like birthday parties. O.K so having to watch daddies show and pretend to laugh at his jokes is boring, but there’s always cake, crisps and e numbers to eat before the car journey home. Quite why adults insist on giving me e numbers before putting me in a confined space is beyond me, but they’re adults, so they must know best.

Battle Medieval Fayre

Then daddy had a weekend away at the Battle Medieval Fayre. Although i didnt go this year, i know from previous years just what a great event this is.

It’s always held on the late may Bank holiday, is free to enter and has loads of things going on. There’s, drummers drumming, a parade that parades through the town, may pole dancing around the maypole, fighting knights in armour fighting with swords and lots more.

Daddy says that this was the first real proper paid gig he ever done, many moons ago when I was but a twinkle in his eye. “What” said I “when you still had hair and a six pack”? I was sent to bed early that night.

Home-Ed Circus Camp

Then Mummy and Daddy took my 3 sisters and I to the foolhardy home ed circus camp.

Held in the school holidays (although why when they are home educated is beyond me) this week long camp is where home educated children get the chance to train alongside professional circus artist. For 4 hours a day, every day classes are held in age appropriate groups. In the Foolhardy Circus  big top the older children train hard in skills such as trapeze, juggling, clowning and magic. In the 2 slightly smaller panic family circus big tops the middle and younger children also train in tightrope, juggling, clowning etc.  I even got to demonstrate how to use the tightrope to the younger kids. Then, in our very little big top  (a mere 14 foot across) parents can relax with a cuppa whilst thier babies enjoy the shade offered by our tents,  or practice thier own juggling skills care of our workshop equipment whilst kids listened to stories or raced on bouncy dragons (of doom).

Daddy says it’s not a well paid gig, but it’s an important one as some of these kids really will be the next generation of circus and festival performers. In deed, several of them already have the skills and stage presents of a pro. I don’t know about that, but I do know that next to the tea urn there’s always an endless supply of biscuits which, togeather with the nightly shows makes it the best circus camp I’ve ever been to ever.

Templecombe Medieval Pageant

Unfortunately daddy had to leave a couple of days before the camp finished as he was booked to perform at the Templecombe medieval pageant down in the west Country. It must be so hard for daddy, having to leave mummy and his 4 lovely children, just so that he can spend 3 nights surrounded by hardened drinkers. Oh how he must of missed us. Apparently the land owner has had a new sheep pen built that just happens to look like a medieval tavern. It was all paid for by donations from re-enactors. The names of which are proudly displayed on Shields that adorn the walls and ceilings. And there, hanging over the bar was the name of another jester, Firery Jack (who is not only my God daddy, but also nearly as funny as daddy). I understand that daddy is in negotiations with them about having a shield put up above Firery Jack’s. One that says

“DevilStick Peat, funnier than”!

Country Fairs

We’ve also been working at various country fairs. These included the Cambridge town and country fair. A really big, free to enter event on parkers piece, right in the middle of the city, and Dansan park country fair, in Dansan park in London and the Rockingham country fair at Rockingham castle.

I love the country fairs as some of my bestest friends ever go to them. There’s Stan, the bouncy castle man. I love stan almost as much as I love his really tall bouncy slides and one of my jobs at these festivals is to incourage other children to go on them. I do this by spending hours and hours running up and sliding down them. It’s really hard work but I don’t mind because I love Stan and want to help him.

Then there’s the land train. They always get me to ride on the back and help people get on and off. Again it’s hard work, having to smile and wave as we pass people, but it does give my legs a little brake before I go back to stans bouncy castles.

And of cause there’s Sue. I love Sue and when I grow up I’m going to marry her. She works for Totally Alive and let’s me help her feed some of them and put them away at night. Then, after we’ve finished work, if she’s been good, I take her to the beer tent and read her a story from one of my school books before I go to bed.

Totally Alive also have ferrets, goats, sheep, cute little rabbits that you can pet, birds of prey (that you cant pet), ponies, all sorts of weird and wonderful chickens and of cause, last but by no means lest, blue the wallaby.

Corporate Event

We even done a corporate event last month. It was the companies 30th birthday. So it’s owner hired out a country pub and put on a big medieval party in the beer garden. There was birds of prey and stocks where you could throw sponges at management and tug of war and bands. Mummy and daddy even done their fire juggling routines in the night time. But the bestest bit of all. Even better than the bouncy castles, was the padding pool. It was full of really cold water and had bottles of soft drinks in it, but that’s not what made it so great. What made it so great and even more awesome than the power rangers was the water pistols. Imagine a foam rubber bicycle pump filled with water. One that can shoot a jet of water 30 foot across a field. Add to this loads of hyper excited children and a really hot day. Within about 5 minutes of the event opening I was drenched from head to foot, as was every other child, and any adults silly enough to get within range.

They even gave me 2 to take home and daddy says his going to have loads of fun taking them to events where he can shoot friends whilst remaining hidden in his tent.  But apparently  I’m not allowed to tell you that,  so I won’t.

Charity work

We’ve also performed free of charge for various good causes like the kingsfield school summer fete. Daddy says it’s important to support your local community, but personally I think he does it for the box of chocolates they give him every year.

Well that’s just some of the highlights of the last couple of months. But before I sign off and go back to my other job (I.E. being the multi coloured power ranger,  but shhhhh,  that’s a secret) I best tell you a little about some up and coming events.

Loxwood Joust

Me, relaxing at last years Loxwood Joust

This weekend we’re at the 2nd of this years Loxwood Joust. Held over the first two weekends of August this is by far the bestest and most unique medieval event of the year. It’s got men in armour fighting for king and country, super cool jousting, lovely music from the medieval babes, a witches wood and lots more, including a brand spanking new torture area with blood, guts and all the other really cool stuff that us kids love.

My sisters and I will be there both weekends running my Total immersion Show (with a little help from mummy and daddy). And this year I’m going to try and remember not to leave the top layer of finger skin stuck firmly to the really really  hot fire box!

You can read all about last year’s joust and just how much fun it was here

The Ancient Oak Medieval Fayre

We’re also performing at a brand new medieval event in September.  it’s  called “the ancient oak medieval fayre” and is being organised by the same people who used to run the Snailwell medieval festival. Mummy says that means it’s bound to be a fun filled gig with a nice family feel to it. Daddy says that one day all these event organizers will learn how to spell “fair”.

British Juggling Convention

Next April we’re all going to the British juggling convention in Canterbury. Daddies been asked to perform in the big, posh public show. He says its not the first time his been asked to perform at it, but it’s still a great honour to perform for some of the worlds best jugglers ever. Jugglers, clowns and circus type folk from all over the world will converge on Canterbury for 9 whole days of fun, juggling and circus type things. Apparently there will be lesions in everything from “this is how to juggle” right through to “this is how to juggle 9 balls behind your back”! And lots of shows, games, and fun fun fun.

On the subject of how to juggle, heres a little video of me teaching 3 ball juggling

Welll hats all for now as I have to go and fight the monsters in my bedroom.  The imaginary ones that only I can see (cause I’m a super hero)

Yours

Stormageddon

(Power ranger, super hero and jester)

Aged 5

(But very nearly 6)t

Diverse entertainment

Diverse entertainment

Wow, what a busy time we’ve had providing diverse entertainment at a variety of events and venues. All of which I shall tell you about in the following nail bitingly thrilling blog about the trials and tribulations of a real life modern day medieval fool.

The wedding:

It all started the other Friday.  I was booked to perform at a wedding in Bishops Stortford. Now normally the clients wants a magician to wander around performing close up magic for the guests, then maybe entertain the kids in another room as the speeches are made. But not this time. This client had seen our show at a festival and booked me to perform a one man stage show lasting 2 whole hours!

That means increasing the length of my stage show by 400 percent! No mean feat. Luckily for me my show has evolved over the last 30 years, so I have a wealth of discarded routines cluttering up the fools house. A few hours of rummaging through cupboards,  shelves and boxes. Occasionally interspersed with cries of “oh I’d forgotten about that trick” or “what the heck is that and how’s it work”, resulted in more than enough good, strong material. Then I had a week or so of reacquainting myself with the props. Making sure that my fingers still had the skills needed to work them. Then came the hard part.

An audience will happily sit and watch 4 people perform half hour sets. But for one man to keep them engaged for 2 hours, without a break, that was one of my biggest challenges yet. I must had written and rewritten my script 10 or more times before I finally came up with a set that I was happy with. One that would make their special day a truly awesomely special day.

I arrived at the venue, got changed and set to work. I must have only been working for a few minutes before 3 children decided to give me a hard time, and that was a blessing in disguise. A large part of my family show is based on the fact that children will heckle me, and the interaction between us. So thanks to those 3 children a one man show had now become a 4 man show. The adults enjoying the way I dealt with the children and the kids enjoying their part of the limelight.

Come 8p.m. my show was over and, although I was pleased with my performance! I was well and truly worn out, but this was no time to relax. I had to quickly get changed, then meet up with Jester Dragonfly and Stormageddon. They were picking me up and taking me to our next venue on the other side of London. We arrived at Morden hall park at around 10pm. Parked our trailer up then headed off to a hotel for the night and a few hours well earned sleep. But only a few hours. Come 6 am, we were up and running again. A quick coffee and shower, then off back to Morden hall where we had medieval tents to erect and 3 days of shows, workshops, Walkabout and fun at The Morden Hall Country Fair.

 

The Morden Hall Country Fair;

Stormageddon and our newest dragon, the good lady rosie, on the land train

We’ve performed our “Total Immersion Show” at this event for several years and it’s a firm favourite of ours. There’s lots happening all day and the public are a true pleasure to work for. Stormageddon was in heaven as not only was his favourite land train there giving people trips around the site, which meant lots of free rides for him. but Stan was also there with his inflatable slides.

Stan is a good friend and a true gentleman. Not only that, but he also has some awesomely tall slides. All of his staff know stormageddon and know that he has a free pass. Now whilst this may be good for stormageddon, it does provide us with a problem. Stormageddon’s motley (jester’s clothes) are only 2 months old, but he’s spent so long on stan’s inflatables that he’s already starting to wear a hole in the bum! Maybe I can sue stan for a new one.

We worked hard and fast, setting up by 9 30, ready for for 10pm opening and my 10 30 show. We do 4 shows a day at this event, plus walkabout and an all day circus skills workshop. So it’s a full on event for us.

Stormageddon wielding the big, heavy hammer (of doom)

 

Opposite us was “Odyssey Blacksmiths“. Run by a lovely young couple called James and Jenny they make and sell all sorts of metal work. They also provide demonstrations and “have a go” lessons, including a chance for children to stamp their names into soft metal necklaces. If you ever see them at a show, do take your kids over to them as they have a great way with children. Stormageddon had a go at this. He used the hammer whilst James held the punch for him. To his credit James didn’t swear once when stormageddon hit his fingers, although after the second time he did change the hammer for a somewhat lighter one.

Jester Dragonfly trying very hard not to look terrified, whilst Stormageddon takes it all in his stride

At one point Jester Dragonfly and Stormageddon were feeling brave and wandered over to a stall run by a group known as “reptile events“. They rescue and look after reptiles, all sorts of reptiles. Including a rather long and beautiful snake that somehow ended up draped over their shoulders. Why wasn’t it draped over mine as well? You think I’m a fool

I was surprised by the amount of faces in the audiences that I recognised from previous years and was more than a little flattered when public came up after a show to tell me that they come every year just to watch our shows and several people enquired about our costs for birthday parties and took our card.

Eventually,  after 3 days of walkabout, circus skills workshops and a total of 12 shows, it was time to break camp and head back to the fools house, arriving home around 11pm. Again it was a case of grab a few hours sleep and a shower before the next gig.

School circus skills workshop;

This was a gig we’d really been looking forward to. Today we were hired to run fun and educational workshops at Manea primary school. This is the school that stormageddon is lucky enough to attend, and I do mean lucky. It’s a wonderful little village school with great teachers who do a wonderful job. Not just teaching but also making learning fun. The way Stormageddon looks forward to school means that I really can’t praise them enough.

They’d hired us to work with the students who’d achieved 100 percent attendance.  A sort of thank you to them. We started the day with a fun demo of how to use the equipment safely, what you’re capable of achieving with it and the various learning stages. Then we spent an hour with groups of around 20 children at a time.

With these types of workshops and the age of the children what matters isn’t whether or not they learn to juggle. The important thing is to build their self confidence, show them what’s possible if you strive hard enough, and most importantly of all, to have a fun time. Having said that, I think that every child managed to achieve something. Be it moving a spinning plate from the stick onto their finger or the basic 3 ball juggle. They loved it and so did we.

Tuesday evening was spent doing nothing other than staring at the telly and having a well earned rest. Then Wednesday and Thursday was spent unloading the trailer. Cleaning and repairing equipment and cutting out around 100 braiding disks ready for Fridays work.

U.K. day;

The braiding disks are about 3 inches in diameter with a hole in the centre. They are made out of cardboard and have 8 slots cut into them. So by the time I’d cut 100 of them my fingers were well and truly aching. Once made we then had to thread various different coloured wools onto them and put each one into it’s own plastic bag. Why? Because Friday we were working at U.K. day.

U.K. day is an annual event (not only that, but it’s also held every year) for the school children of American forces based in the U.K. I daren’t say where it’s held as that’s probably an official secret and the last thing I need is a C.I.A. squad renditioning us to Guantanamo bay. Could you imagine Stormageddon there? The poor yanks would never know what hit them (“look, it’s waterboarding. You’re meant to me upset, not giggling”).

We arrived at the base, whizzed through the security checks so quickly that, unlike last year, I didn’t have time to put a clothes peg on any of the camp guards and set up a couple of tents. One, the largest of our tents was Jester Dragonfly’s work space. Here she would teach the children all about the life of a medieval lady, including medieval crafts. This would finish with the children learning how to braid (hence the braiding disks).

The other tent, a smaller bell tent, was my backdrop. Here I would play the part of her fool and teach them the history and role of the medieval fool, including not only various parts of my routine, but also lots of little known facts about and the various roles of the fool in medieval England (did you know that we were spies also bodyguards, or that St Bartholomew’s hospital was founded by a jester)?

We really enjoy working at this gig however, I do have one complaint. A large part of the fun in my show is the children heckling me. I love it as I never know what they are going to say, so it really keeps me on my toes. However the children on this base are always so polite. It’s all “yes sir” and “no mame”. It takes them a while to realize that not only can they give me hassle, but that I want them to. The other complaint is that they have never been to a pantomime, so things like “oh no I didn’t” just dont get the “oh yes you did” response that you’d expect. Having said that, I am very good at turning nice, polite children into first class hecklers and know better than to try any pantomime lines on this audience.

Saturday was a well needed day off and a chance for us to give in to the colds that we’d both caught. It’s not too bad when you’re performing, as you live off the adrenaline rush and are too busy to think about being ill. But when you finally have time to give in to the aches and pains of man flu, boy do they hit you. With all the subtlety of a speech by Donald Trump.

She checked the red bag (of doom), it was empty. She said magic words and a birthday card magically appeared inside the bag!

Birthday party;

Sunday afternoon we were performing at a birthday party. I love birthday parties. Although the audiences are smaller than at festivals, they are more excited, they all know each other and there’s less distractions. All of which makes for a more intense show. Oh, and another reason I like parties is there’s always birthday cake.

The party went well, with lots of silliness from Jester Dragonfly and I. Not just during the show, but also before and after and jester Dragonfly made loads of her award winning balloon models. Enough for every child.

Corporate entertainment;

Then Monday was the kind of work I really REALLY enjoy. A business meeting with some corporate clients in a lovely pub. After 23 shows and workshops in 10 days (including the 2 hour long show), this was a lovely way to end the latest run of shows. Now we have a few days off before the next show. I say days off, but the truth is I never really have a day off as I’m always working on new routines and tricks for you, my loyal fans.

The trick I’m working on now is promising to be one of my most mind boggling ones yet and it’s very nearly ready. So I’ll do a deal with you all. My facebook page currently has a grand total of 993 likes. That’s just a mere 7 likes short of 1,000!!! Now I really want 1,000+ likes and I know that you all want to see this latest masterpiece of magic. So if you can convince 7 people to like my page, then I’ll put a video of me performing it on line for you to all gaze at with wonder.

Until then, on behalf of all here at the fools house, I bid thee all farewell

your brilliantly humble fool

Peat

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