Every man has a Ground Zero.
Mine happened in Glasgow.
You might know me from the Wonka collapse.
Or the memes.
Or the court case.
Or the articles that barely made it past the headline.
But I want to take you back—not to the event, but to the moment the air shifted.
That moment was the beginning of clarity—but only after the burn.
🏗️ The Build-Up
I was building something—creatively strange, AI-generated, immersive.
Willy’s Chocolate Experience in Glasgow wasn’t meant to be a scam.
It was meant to be surreal theatre.
It fell apart.
People didn’t see effort.
They saw error.
They didn’t see a dreamer.
They saw a disaster.
🔥 The Detonation
The event went viral.
The jokes exploded.
The media built a bonfire.
And I stood at the centre, watching my name become public property.
That was Ground Zero.
That was when Billy Coull became a punchline.
⚖️ What Followed
The sentence came months later.
Conviction under the Domestic Abuse (Scotland) Act.
Guilty plea.
Community Payback.
Supervision.
The Sex Offenders Register.
But the truth?
That offence had nothing to do with the event.
It was personal. Emotional. Wrong.
And I’ve taken responsibility for all of it.
Fully.
🧠 And Then — The Clarity
What do you do when you lose your name?
You rebuild it.
One post.
One diary entry.
One truth-telling page at a time.
I stopped waiting for the internet to get it right.
I started writing it down myself.
That’s why I built billycoull.com.
Not to make excuses.
But to make sense.
🔚 Ground Zero Wasn’t The End
It was the edge of something new.
Clarity doesn’t come from comfort.
It comes from collapse.
So if you searched “Billy Coull Glasgow”
And you were hoping to find a man trying to hide—
You won’t.
I’m right here.
Writing in the rubble.
Naming what happened.