Director / Project Support Engineer
Phone: +44 (0)7872 817268
I was born in Bradford in 1966 and feel that this event was probably the inspiration Sir Alf, Bobby (both of them) Nobby, Geoff and the rest of the lads needed to spur them on to lift the World Cup just a few weeks later.
I left school and went into the electrical contracting industry, losing numerous pints of blood and collecting some fairly impressive scars over a fifteen year period. We didn’t bother too much with Health & Safety in the good old days. The company I worked for mainly carried out commercial and industrial installations, so lots of trunking, conduit and my personal favourite Pyro – sadly a dieing art these days, much like dry stone walling and Voodoo.
With little in the way of blood and un-scarred body tissue left I decided to have a go at the sales side of things and in 1996 joined Ashley & Rock Limited. A baptism of fire awaited this unsuspecting Yorkshire lad, but I learned quickly and soon found my feet in the cut and thrust world that was now my families provider – it’s all getting a bit theatrical don’t you think?
In November 2000 I joined a small fledgling company from the “deep south” called Flex Connectors. The early days were difficult. I covered the north of the UK (Midlands to top of Scotland) by foot. I’ll never forget the day I got my first company vehicle; I loved that horse and cart – I’ve morphed into Catherine Cookson all of a sudden.
Anyway back to reality, and in 2009 I was offered a Directorship which I grabbed as best I could with both my badly scarred hands. I now juggle my duties as a Director with those of a Project Support Engineer, and in all seriousness I can honestly say I look forward to work every day – I think that makes me a very lucky person.
I still live in Bradford with my wife and two children near Queensbury; a strange and mystical land in the sky, famous for year round snow and periods of 24 hour darkness – it’s a bit like Narnia.
My main hobby is one borne of necessity and involves desperately trying to wrestle my wallet away from the wife while the kids rifle my pockets for loose change, but for true relaxation nothing beats a Saturday afternoon at Valley Parade watching the Barcelona of Yorkshire, Bradford City. My dad took me to my first game at the age of six (me not him) and I’ve been hooked ever since. Through thin and thinner, hail wind and snow I’ve been there, slowly becoming more and more miserable and bitter with every misplaced pass and defensive howler.
So there you have it, a small insight into the life and times of Paul Bellamy