Morgan & West

Magicians, time-travellers & all-round spiffing chaps

Rhys Morgan

Mr Morgan was born on a spring morning in 1865, in Caerphilly, Wales. In centuries to come this humble Welsh town would become the birthplace of Tommy Cooper, and this is almost certainly because of the brief presence of a tiny baby Mr Morgan. Upon reaching manhood at the age of 14 Mr Morgan left home in order to become a student of the physical sciences and natural laws at St John’s College, Oxford. Perhaps this early foray into academia introduced him to the concept of Not-Having-A-Real-Job, one which would stay with him for his entire life.

Whilst at that most padded of seats of learning Mr Morgan encountered a young Mr West, in an amusing set of circumstances involving a trifle. The two formed, among other things; a firm friendship, a magical duo, and the Oxford University Sartorial Appreciation Society & Waistcoat Owners Club. Two of these things would go on to change the very course of these young men’s lives, and possibly history itself.

Robert West

Mr West popped into being in London in 1865, some 9 months after his parents first had the idea. Little did they know that their tiny, short sighted baby would grow up to be a tiny, short sighted man with a passion for all things manually dexterous. If an object could be thrown, caught, juggled, balanced or in any other way manipulated, it is safe to say Mr West has dropped it. Once his last teacup was broken by the misjudged catch of a croquet mallet Mr West gave up becoming a juggler, instead opting for a career studying Alchemy at Christ Church College, Oxford.

Whilst at that most upholstered of seats of learning Mr West encountered a young Mr Morgan, in a stressful and embarrassing trifle related incident. The two quickly realised they shared a love of performing, waistcoats and doing card tricks when they really should be learning about science, and soon they would combine their magical ambitions like the directions on a bilingual Welsh road sign, and neither of their lives, nor their job descriptions, would ever be the same.

A fateful meeting

Morgan and West met whilst studying at Oxford, in the late nineteenth century. It was in that most reclining of seats of learning that the duo’s love of deception and legerdemain was born, and they would have been joined at the hip ever since, were it not for the vast discrepancy in the height of their pelvises. Soon Morgan and West were the hot ticket in every music hall, touring show and carnival of curiosities that the Empire (and its colonies) had to offer, but their big break was still to come…

It was a chance find in the adverts section of Peculiar Past-Times Monthly magazine that led to them coming into possession of a prototype time machine (Tempus Fudgit inc. 1887) and with scant but a change of waistcoat and an industrial sized tea caddy for provisions, the nineteenth century’s greatest magical duo set off for the 21st century.

The rest, as they say, is history. Or future. Depending on where you started.