Philip Storry's Biography

Philip Storry was born in Manchester on 30th May, 1976.

Before the age of one, his family moved to Warwickshire, where he lived on a steep hill and had lots of fun going down it at high speed on a small wheeled toy. In the winter, if it snowed, he swapped the toy for a sledge. If you can't figure out why, then you should try playing in snow more often.

He retains few memories from Warwickshire, and most of them are of playing with friends or going at apparently extreme speeds. All of these memories are rose tinted, the friends long-lost and the speeds very probably quite low in retrospect.

At the age of seven, his family moved to London. This wasn't a particularly popular decision with Philip at the time, but he settled in fairly well and has lived there for the rest of his life.

He went to Churchfields Primary school for the remainder of the last term of the last year of his Infants schooling, and then went on to the Junior school of the same name. He met quite a few friends here, some of whom he still knows, to their great disappointment.

After that, he went to Kelsey Park School for Boys, a most interesting school. By the time he left, it was preparing itself for its honoured place of number 14 on the list of the 20 worst schools in the country - a state of affairs with which Philip denies any specific involvement.

However, Philip even stayed on in Sixth Form at that school, and it was probably better than working. Using the spare time to work on computers rather than A-levels, he spent time outside of such studies ensuring that the other important lifeskills were suitably honed. His aimless wandering was kept in fine practice by certain friends who shall remain nameless, and his alcohol tolerance was increased impressively.

Philip Storry considers himself to be quite lucky, and the fact that he's still alive could certainly be submitted as evidence for this being the case, especially given some of the parties he's been to.

He was experiencing the golden age of youth that we all can look back upon with a smirk and a nagging doubt of conscience - however, all good things must come to an end, and it quickly became clear that there is no such thing as a professional wastrel. (Unless you count civil servants. And if you do count civil servants, you're probably a civil servant yourself, and it will soon dawn upon you that the other civil servants just wanted you out of the way when they asked you to count the civil servants. Good luck coping with that.)

After this period of unemployment, during which he contemplated setting up his own company, he found a job at ICL providing telephone support for computer software. He moved around a bit at ICL, jumping from department to department in the same building, and finally ended up leaving when it became clear that they were always going to be hopeless as a company.

He then went to an IBM/Lotus business partner, Level 7 Communications Ltd, where he continued on his chosen career path of working with Lotus Notes and Domino. He eventually left to work as a freelance support engineer and consultant, but gave that up for a job with the Healthcare Commission. When not working, he spends his time in various pursuits that don't seem to include updating his website very often.

That was brief, wasn't it? A pity. Nothing about his love for photography, or programming, or whisky, or walking. Ah well. Perhaps it's all somewhere else, eh?