Robert Day - who he?

Born in 1957, the son of a railwayman (which explains much) and a fully paid-up member of the beard & glasses brigade, I started with science fiction (NOT ‘sci-fi’, please!) and have ranged far and wide thereafter. As something of a collector of anorakisms, I am liable to be found on a train or a military airbase (with permission, of course) anywhere from the North Cape to the Bosphorous – but always with style. Once a career bureaucrat and viewed by Management as a member of the ‘awkward squad’ (though frankly, they led sheltered lives), I recently engineered my exit from the UK Civil Service for a whole range of reasons, and am beginning to seek my fortune as a professional photographer. (Officially, my sanity is not in doubt.)