So you finally found me . . . .
.. in that case, you’ll probably want to know a little about me now that you’re here. (Danvers, put in some stuff here about my being handsome, clever, witty, debonaire. Usual stuff, there’s a good chap.)
Who am I?
My name is Alex MacPhee. The likeness above, I’m told, is fairly good. (It cost about 10,000 Lira, or about £4.50, from a pavement caricaturist one warm and barefoot midnight by the shores of Lake Garda.)
Where am I?
Deep in the steamy rainforests of central Surrey.
What do I do?
I don’t any more. Professionally, I designed and developed large scale network, telephony and billing software systems for British Telecom.
What do I do now?
I’m now a fellow of leisure, having taken early retirement so that I could devote all my time to my wife Frances, during her illness. I spend a lot of my recreation time out walking, in all seasons. It’s rarely cold enough or wet enough to keep me indoors, but when it is there’s also a little time spent in researching my family history and origins, principally from South Uist in the Outer Hebrides, Islay in the Inner Hebrides, and the little coastal fishing towns of Aberdeenshire.
I have also recently taken up learning to play piano and cello. I should have done this half a century ago, but it’s never too late.
Is there a photograph of me?
Well, if you insist ….
How do you know me?
A little of my past might help. I was born and bred in Glasgow, growing up mostly in the south side, in Pollok. Schooldays were spent at Lourdes School there. For several years, I worked in the Royal Beatson Hospital’s Institute for Cancer Research, in Glasgow’s city centre. In 1975 I left Glasgow for Edinburgh and a career in Post Office Telecommunications, later British Telecom. I’m also a graduate (mathematics) of the University of Edinburgh. In 1986 I left Scotland for London and a big computing project with British Telecom. If you’re still not sure after these clues, just drop me a line anyway.
How can you contact me?
The email to use is alex_macphee AT hotmail DOT com. Just make the obvious substitutions, which are there to avoid being sucked in by these wicked spamsters. If our paths have crossed at any time, please drop me a note.