Brian Phillips was born on December 18, 1937,in Hammersmith, London.

In his early days he had several jobs including a steward in the Merchant Navy. Then later on as a "Tizer" delivery driver. Later on he spent a couple of years in the Post Office where he was a Postman. He finally retired from Royal Mail (second time around as a Post Man), having spent the previous year betweem Postal roles as a Warranty Administrator.

He completed his National Service in the late 1950's and was posted to Cyprus. Another place he would visit later on.

The National Service gave him a passion to re-join the Royal Air Force, but this time as an Auxilary. Shortly after the Falklands Conflict in 1982 a new Royal Air Force squadron was formed and known as RAuxAF Air Movements 4624 Squadron. Dad was in the first few intakes and remained there for quite a few years. He was called away as partof the the First Gulf War and spend months away from home. His experience encouraged me to join the squadron just a few year before he retired. We had enopugh experience between us to share some wonderful stories, sharing what aircraft we had worked on, what countries we visited and what friends we shared. Dad's favourite place was Cyprus where he served his National Service. He revisited so many time, he even took Mum there and I was soon to follow during my service in the RAuxAF and the same squadron.

Dad's other passion was Cricket and Shooting but for many years he was an avid supporter of Tanbridge Angels Footbal Club. His passion was so great, so much so, I had a kick-by-kick commentary each week on Tonbridge matches as well as my own local town football club - Newent Town FC. Although I am not a committed football fan, it was still a weekly conversation we had for at least the past 10 years. I am lead to believe that he virtually run the Tonbridge Football club, but of course these were his words and there was probably a bit of an exageration on his part.

Another fond memory I would like to share is during his first stint with the Post Office. Often he had duties at Tonbridge Railway Station. During his time there he saw everyone, all famous and he chatted to him all. This was his regular catch phrase - "Guess who I saw on Tonbridge Station....?" . He got cauht out by saying he saw some famous person, only to discover that thye passed away 10 year previously. But this did not stop him. He had a great flair for the exageration - it was so him!

I do not have the dates of his life and exploits but would like to share the above in the hope that those who read this can at least identify you part in his past 83 years.