They called it “Fyre Fest for kids.”
They called me a scammer.
They called Glasgow a joke.But no one called me to ask what really happened.
I’m Billy Coull, and if you’re here because you searched “Billy Coull Glasgow,” chances are you’re not looking for theatre. You’re looking for answers.
This is one of them.
🎭 The Vision
Willy’s Chocolate Experience in Glasgow was meant to be a surreal, AI-inspired family event.
I wrote the script. I generated the visuals. I hired the actors.
Was it ambitious? Yes.
Was it rushed? Yes.
Was it a scam? No.
The intention was always to create something imaginative and strange—not something perfect.
💥 The Reality
People arrived.
It looked unfinished.
Children cried.
Parents asked for refunds.
And they got them—within hours.
But that didn’t matter to the internet.
What mattered was the meme.
Within 48 hours, I was trending.
Within 72, I was no longer “Billy from Glasgow.”
I was a global punchline.
📍 Why Glasgow Mattered
I’ve lived in this city.
I’ve loved and lost in this city.
I’ve walked streets here when I had no money, no name, and no plan.
And the truth is, Glasgow didn’t deserve what happened.
But neither did I.
⚖️ The Aftermath
The event collapsed.
The headlines exploded.
The story spread.
And then—after the dust began to settle—I made another mistake.
A deeply personal, emotionally charged, legally serious mistake.
I was convicted in 2024 under the Domestic Abuse (Scotland) Act.
You can read the full story in My Truth.
But that came after the event.
Not during.
Not before.
🔗 What You Didn’t See
What people didn’t see:
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The effort behind the scenes
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The refunds processed
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The breakdown I went through
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The therapy I started
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The person underneath the purple hat jokes
Glasgow got a spectacle.
But I got a collapse.
🧠 Why I’m Writing This
Because Google remembers everything, but it rarely asks why.
If you came here because you searched “Billy Coull Glasgow,”
Then here’s your answer:
I failed publicly.
I broke.
And I stayed here.
Not because I’m shameless—
But because I believe no one gets to own my story but me.