The Paul Potts Biography – Road of Hard Knocks
Sad Songs Say So Much. Paul Potts could certainly agree with Elton
Born in Bristol in 1971 to parents Roland, a bus driver, and Yvonne, a supermarket cashier, Paul says in the Daily Mail’s Weekend magazine,
“I find sad arias easier to sing than happy ones, because I can always find an unhappy memory from somewhere.”
Paul has plenty of those. Hideously bullied at school, there was no real escape at home with two warring parents together with his three siblings, of which he says simply,
“Sometimes, if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time I’d get caught up in the fighting.”
Under his hair, he still bears seven scars from this time. Paul used to blame himself and he used to pray that God would make him a vicar, so that he’d be able to sing everyday. Even then, music was Paul’s solace. He used to retreat to the music room at lunchtimes to escape the school bullies in Port Talbot, South Wales, where his family moved to.
Happiness finally came to Paul Potts in 2003, in the shape of his now wife, Julie-Anne, whom he met in an internet chat-room. Julie Potts was ecstatic with his achievements and has been by his side supporting his performances
No-one really knew about Paul’s singing talent – certainly not his colleagues at Bridgend’s Carphone warehouse where he had been promoted to manager – and where he had yet to resign from a week after winning Britain’s Got Talent.
You see – Paul can’t quite believe it’s happened to him yet, niether can Julie Potts!
Just when he thought he might have been getting somewhere after winning Michael Barrymore’s My Kind of People (1999), his health was hit by a series of problems. He had met his now wife, Julie Potts in an internet chat room (which he found easier than face to face conversation) and was saving for his wedding when his appendix burst. Complications followed and a tumour was discovered. Paul pushed thoughts of the tumour aside to perform in Aida with the Bath Operatic and Dramatic Society and only then did he have the operation to remove the tumour, thinking
“If I don’t grab the opportunity to perform, I might never get to do it again,” Paul told Weekend magazine.
But Lady Luck wasn’t done playing with Paul – four days after his honeymoon he and his pushbike were hit by a car, fracturing Paul’s collarbone. He was off work for nine months and it’s the spiraling debts built up then that prompted Paul to apply for Britain’s Got Talent.
He filled out the application form on the internet, and then lost confidence yet again.
‘I got a ten pence piece out of my pocket and thought, “Right, if it lands on heads I’m going to submit it, if it lands on tails I’m going to delete it.”
Luckily for Paul – and for us – that coin landed on heads – and now the world knows who Paul Potts is; perhaps his luck is turning. With the top selling Paul Pots Album, things could not get any better.