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Hello, I'm Phil.

I'm an old bloke.

I live in an old house in Berkshire with my 3 lovely old dogs (two staffys and a dingo).


I've lived in deep south 'Merca and in Holland. I was born in Edinburgh, spent teenage years in Glasgow, then moved to London many years ago.

I spend more time doodling with sound than with visuals, but I love b3ta and spend way too much time lurking around on here, and 'aving a larff.

Hello!

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Recent front page messages:

Looking forward to the inauguration ceremony in January...

edit/ Thanks for the kind comments it's my first anim.
(Mon 10th Nov 2008, 18:47, More)

knit one, pearl one.

Pink Floyd (Iraqi stylee) here - www.musicianmp3.com/artist/PhilM/
(Tue 7th Jun 2005, 20:13, More)

Go Paula go!

Pink Floyd - Iraqi stylee -
listen or download here
(Sun 17th Apr 2005, 12:33, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Conversation Killers

Oh dear. I dun a woopsie...
I was doing a software pitch to a room full of around 20 senior execs from Legal and General. It was in their conference suite, and there was a sliding partition wall between us and the next room, where I could hear a computerised voice which was putting me off my stride. Sounded like they were playing around with some software. It put me off a bit mid sentence and I said, "sorry, I'm getting distracted, sounds like we've got a Dalek next door hahaha"

Long stony silence...

"Actually that is our Chairman, he has had throat cancer and uses a voice box"

We didn't win the contract.
(Fri 13th May 2011, 8:59, More)

» Encounters with Royalty

Golden comedy moment
About 5 years ago I went to a dinner and reception at Buck House (I used to go quite often - my company was v involved in the DofE Award scheme thingy).. anyway.. There were about 10 of us waiting in a smallish room for Prince Edward to show up. I was chatting to some fat cat (head of Reuters in Europe) as the doors were flung open and two footmen appeared ushering the princely personage in. As the doors started to open I saw Mr Reuters reaching out to help himself to a large handfull of the purple'ish crisps that were in a bowl on a side table. I guess he thought they were those beetroot crisps or something similar. Seconds later, just as the prince walked in, he spluttered and spat the mouthfull of pot-pourri into his hands and all over the carpet. And down his chin. Perfect timing.
(Thu 10th Aug 2006, 15:38, More)

» Foot in Mouth Syndrome II

Oh dear. I dun a woopsie...
I was doing a software pitch to a room full of around 20 senior execs from Legal and General. It was in their conference suite, and there was a sliding partition wall between us and the next room, where I could hear a computerised voice which was putting me off my stride. Sounded like they were playing around with some voice software. It put me off a bit mid-sentence and I said, "sorry, I'm getting distracted, sounds like we've got a Dalek next door hahaha"

Long stony silence...

"Actually that is our Chairman, he has had throat cancer and uses a voice box"

We didn't win the contract.
(Sat 18th Aug 2012, 8:50, More)

» My Worst Vomit

In Amsterdam in 2001...
At about 7 in the morning, my girlfriend and I were on our way home from a fairly hectic night out dancing like crazy peepel. I was driving so I'd eased up on my intake a few hours previously, but my g/f had necked a little feller at about 6 and was coming up..

I needed petrol so pulled into a garage and stopped by the pumps. An attendant appeared beside the car, just as my girlfriend opened her door, leant out and vomited all over his shoes.

I immediately drove away.
(Sat 21st Aug 2004, 14:44, More)

» Beautiful Moments, Part Two

On a boat in the middle of Loch Ness I saw....
a big tourist boat go past us in the opposite direction. We noticed that it had left a considerable wake which was breaking against the rocky shore a couple of hundred yards away in front of us. The boat passed by and we watched the wake moving along the shore towards us. Level with our boat was a litte bay where a few small boats were anchored, one little sailing boat had smoke rising from a chimney. For what seeemd like ages we watched the wave approach. As the wake hit the first small boat it leaned over about 45 degress before bobbing upright again. We watched with breath held as it smacked into the smoking boat and giggled as it tumbled madly about. When a few seconds later a distant figure popped up through the hatch with a saucepan still in his hand it became one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
(Fri 6th Aug 2010, 13:51, More)
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