My name is Paul Knight but in a few circles I am known as Big Paulie Walnuts (plus a few other alias’s over the years).

My origins are that of an East End bad boy,

a true villainous cockney from the streets of London; that was raised on a council Estate (similar to the projects – low to no income family housing), Chingford Hall Estate to be exact. That acted as a half-way refuge for recently released convicts, future convicts and all the dredge that came in-between.

It was a true multi-cultural community that acted as a very bad influence to the young and corruptible, it was one of those places where you could leave your front door unlocked but you still kept a baseball bat close to hand. We were a prime example of an almost working class family and although coming from a deprived background…I would not change it for the world.

I was always that popular lad on the Estate and a bit of a tear away, latch key kid. I got into a few scrapes but it was not until I was introduced to racism at William Fitt Secondary School, that the desire to take up fighting really kicked in. It was an issue that never came up on the estate, so I wasn't prepared to find out that others did not like someone else because of the colour of their skin. Excuse the pun, but it was all foreign to me.

Boxing ran in my family’s blood and it was in my teenage years that I really took up the noble art, more to inflict extra damage to the Nazi wannabe’s, than an opponent standing across from me in the squared circle. It was the fuel for my fuse and once lit, it became a case of stand well back. Fighting became a way of life for me throughout my teens and all of my twenties, door work was second nature and an easy entry into the world of minding, debt collecting and hired muscle…you paid the money, I would take care of the problem. I prided myself on being a small guy (compared to the giants and lumps I worked along side) that was called in to do the do. If I turned up on your doorstep then the period of negotiations were over, you had your chances to do right and ya blew it. It’s not size that makes you scary but the capability to go beyond the means necessary and prove a point whilst being calm and collected, not to mention the ability to sleep soundly after the fact. I have been often described has having a black heart, it’s not true of course I just have very little conscience when it comes to doing what I need to do. It’s never personal, it’s just business.

But there comes a point when things have to change and the long journey that got me from A to Y (obviously not A to Z, because I’m not dead…yet), that was long, dark and near fatal needed a change of direction.

If I was a religious person and true to my Mum’s Catholic beliefs, for the things I have done I would be looking to spend thousands of years in Purgatory before being rejected from ‘The Gates’ by Big Gee’s bouncer, St. Pete, whether I changed or not. Thankfully, I am not a believer so when my number is finally up, that will just be the end rather than the beginning of something else. I just want to go out surrounded by people who actually cared about me at my funeral and not by those just wanting to make sure that I was dead.

It would seem weird to all those that have known me before 2001 that I have become what I have become…a stable family man who saw the benefits of having a decent job than living from scam to scam. It would come as an even bigger shock to all those that met me after 2001, just how I made a living or lived my life before then. Two different worlds with two different sets of spectators all peering through the same looking glass…it is the Matrix without the fancy special effects… (Because it did have little pills, long black coats, matching shades, large guns, government agents, huge fights, rebellious revolts spiced with sacrifice and for some, plug holes in the back of the head – if you catch my drift).

I live by the golden rule of keeping my Private life to myself. My personal / social life can be shared amongst a handful of people and my work life is all about work and very little else and the rest is for you, you wonderful readers.

How do I cope when I have so much to say? I have directed my output to the world of literacy and have just written my first novel, ‘Coding of a concrete animal’, using personal experience to push a gripping tale to the point that the reader cannot wait for the sequel… So do a fella a solid and buy a copy today…signed copies are available if you wish to purchase from me direct… email me at coca@paulknightonline.co.uk for more information.

To give you an idea how book sales are looking… I have had to open this OFFICIAL WEBSITE so you just know I am destined to be a ‘15 minute’ celeb… Big Brother, Love Island and I’m a celebrity… be warned… I’m a coming and viewers are coming with me!!!

Although, with a track record of modelling, being on Kilroy, 3 times, a touch of extra work on Grange Hill, Eastenders and the vicar of Dibly plus featured on Trading Places, the BBC program where 2 people would swap lives... you would think I have already had it.

Whatever happens, it will all be documented on this site...so keep tuning in and Stay frosty.