How does a person become a storyteller? In my case through fear. I was smitten with Multiple Sclerosis in the early1980s and needed a new career where I could sit down.
All my life I had talked my way into jobs. Although libraries had been my constant friends throughout my youth I knew very little about literature when I became a bookseller, the blurbs on the backs of Penguin Modern Classics gave me all I needed to know about the likes of Albert Camus and Andre Gide.
I knew nothing about action sequences for television or film when I became a stuntman. Luckily in the 1960s all the professional stunt actors were busy with James Bond films or similar. One advantage was that as an untrained person I fell like a real corpse whereas the genuine stunt actors were trained athletes and couldn't fall badly if they tried.
As a street-artist in Paris I couldn't speak French although I managed to garble an accent so broad that even Parisians thought that I must come from some remote rural area. Acrylic paint was easy to use and quick to dry, a real advantage when working in the street and keeping one eye open for the gendarms.
Likewise, teaching methods fortunately changed when I became a college lecturer in a subject (Sport) about which I knew nothing and cared less. 'Student-centered learning' meant that they had to educate themselves, giving lectures to each other - they all passed exams with flying colours. See 'About Us' for a full list of random occupations.
In all nearly twenty different jobs, none of which I was trained to carry out. So when MS struck storytelling came naturally. One job at Bramshill Police Staff Training College telling true police stories and urban myths to European detectives and I was away. See the 'Rates and Services' page for an account of storytelling work done.