You don’t get to choose your fall.
But if you survive it—you do get to choose what you build from the wreckage.
I’m Billy Coull, a UK-based writer, performer, and artist.
Depending on when you first heard my name, you either know me as “that Wonka guy,” or as someone who was convicted under the Domestic Abuse (Scotland) Act in 2024.
But neither of those stories are the full truth.
Not without this one: the story of what came next.
🕯️ The Aftermath
After the Glasgow Wonka Event collapsed, the internet didn’t just mock the experience—it mocked me.
And after that collapse, came a conviction:
A legal line crossed. A sentence accepted. A life fractured.
But I didn’t run.
And I didn’t disappear.
I wrote.
I faced therapy.
I attended supervision.
I built this site—not to rebrand myself, but to stop being reduced to one thing forever.
🛠️ The Work
Redemption isn’t a hashtag.
It’s supervision meetings.
It’s community payback.
It’s late-night diary entries that will never trend.
It’s silence when the shame is louder than the voice in your throat.
I’ve done the work.
And I keep doing it.
Not to be forgiven.
To be real.
🧬 The Art
As an artist, I don’t offer solutions.
I offer mirrors.
My music, my writing, my blog entries—none of them exist to say, “I’ve changed.”
They exist to say, “I’m still changing.”
That’s the only redemption I can claim:
The refusal to pretend I’ve arrived.
The commitment to keep going anyway.
🌱 The Redemption
If redemption is real, it isn’t clean.
It’s not a PR arc.
It’s not a TED Talk.
It’s:
Making things anyway
Owning the story anyway
Facing the consequence anyway
And doing it without expecting applause.