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Welcome to the world famous UK Bump Keys lock picking emporium. You may have already noticed we’re not like the others, we do things differently, we’re lock pickers who both...
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Welcome to the world famous UK Bump Keys lock picking emporium. You may have already noticed we’re not like the others, we do things differently, we’re lock pickers who both love and are passionate about lock picking, but we’re also suppliers to the community and to commercial enterprises that use locksmith tools, and we realised very early on it’s possible to both love and be passionate about that too.

I picked my first lock aged 8. Mum had a telephone installed, one of the old types with the circular dial, and pretty soon I realised the potential for humour this new and exciting machine provided. You could pick up the receiver, dial a few numbers and mess around with people all day long. Until the bill arrived, whoops! Within hours mum fitted a lock on the dial, a clever little thing which prevented the dial completing a turn. Unless you had the key it was game over, no more fun and games with the phone. Until I realised the gunk scraper from a set of nail-clippers fitted nicely into the keyway, and with a little wobble and a jiggle – click! Game on! Days on end of ordering pizzas and mobile hair-dressers for the houses across the road began again.

Some years later an interest in Harry Houdini – whose life story I chose for my English oral exam – led me into central London to the conjuring shops, and whilst looking for Davenports under Charing Cross station I found a small shop under the arches which, although seemed to sell mainly antique military stuff and some crude spy equipment, to my amazement also had a set of lock picks. Weirdly, they never let me in, yet I would stand for hours looking through the window at them, imagining the potential, dreaming of some new freedom, obsessing basically, at the stark impossibility of being able to pick locks like Harry Houdini or James Bond! Sticking a gunk scraper into a telephone lock was one thing, but those beautiful 5 little picks, all shiny and delicate, strange and alluring; they were something else, and every week I would go back to Charing Cross, stand at the window, enthusing, buzzing, and dreaming.