Are you a friendly magician in Newport?

If so, please let me know. Whilst on holiday in Dublin, I spilled a drink on - what I soon found out to be - an unfriendly witch. Before I could apologise, she hocussed. Then she pocussed. All I remember after that was a flash of green sparks. I awoke and laughed at my red shoes. Well, it was more of scream than a laugh and it wasn't my red shoes, but flapping wings. Oh joy, I was a seagull. Would you credit it? To cut a long one short (this is hurting my beak - and you wouldn't believe the rigmorole I went through at the library to use this PC), I need a friendly magician to turn me back. Here is a picture of me on my lunch break. Can you help unky dub?