Hello. First of all, my name is Mr Jelly. With an 'e'. If you want Mr Jolly then you've come to the wrong place, he's probably got his own website now as he copies every thing I do. Every single thing I think of, Mr Jolly does it as well.

This is the original, the one, the only Mr Jelly (there is another Mr Jelly on the Isle of Man but I'm not counting him. He's probably dead anyway.)

I have been in the magical world of children's entertainment's for twelve years. I did my apprenticeship under Captain Crackers, (like Birdseye but his beard was black instead of white.) The Captain and I had three great years together until that morning on Bournemouth pier when he slapped a twelve year old who he thought was looking at his willie.

After that I became a Haven mate and did the holiday camps. I did a lot of big box magic and learned how to perform to a crowd who aren't listening. This is a very useful skill when working the childrens' parties. After two years of that I decided I was ready to branch out on my own and Mr Jelly was born.

I had a good run at it, built up my own mini empire and for a time I had a three month waiting list of bookings. Everybody loved Mr Jelly. I admit I made ♥♥♥♥ loads!! Then due to overwork – I had to go into hospital for a minor operation on my hand. It was there I lost everything.

But I struggled on (I'm legally not allowed to detail what happened to me) and renamed the act "Mr Jelly and his Hundred Hands". I actually see the incident as a blessing as the act is now more unique. And I don't suppose certain arse holes will be copying me from now on, unless they chop their own ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hand off.