Philip Skingley

I met Phil and Vick around 10 years ago plastering there house in llanfyllin. Later on buying the house from them. I bought allot of ragga jungle vinyl off Phil which I will treasure forever. Rest in peace and thank you 🙏

I had the pleasure of serving Phil while working in the trade, principally during my time at Baldwin's. He would at irregular intervals come in to procure stock for Coincraft, often solo and in many cases paired with Mark Morris.

My impressions of Phil are uniform and mirror so many of the kind sentiments already in place here.

He had a first rate code of conduct, knew how to read a room, sharp, engaged-alert, with a dry sense of humour. Combined with a quiet determination, an excellent numismatic knowledge and always modest.

My sincere condolences to the family and close friends in this trying time.

Christakis T Tyrimos

I first met Phil very fleetingly back in 2001. I was moving back to London from Liverpool with a mountain of stuff and had no idea how to get it home. A good friend said ‘I know a guy who can help’ and a day later up rolled Phil in his estate. There was no way it was all going to fit, but Phil said with complete conviction in his dead pan (but with a twinkle in it) voice ‘oh it will’ and proceeded to shove everything in until you could barely see the interior. Then with a smile and a hug off he went back to London.

I didn’t know at that point that a couple of years later we’d be flatmates and spend a lot of the mid-2000s hanging out with mates, going to Amsterdam, bundling down to Cornwall, the Lambeth Country Show in Brockwell Park then all back to ours.
I have such fond memories of this time and our flat on Croxted Road, him shouting up the stairs ‘Em, want a cuppa?’ or sitting in the front room with baseball cards out on the table or coin books, or trying to fix the bloody boiler (again), or getting a ton of records out and having very in-depth chats about the Fine Young Cannibals, Chicago house, Thelonius Monk. One of the most memorable evenings was what became known as the Great British Sock Race. After a clothes wash - no idea why it was solely of socks but it was - none of them matched, but rather than sensibly try and pair them up, we got drunk instead with friends who were over to hang out, and decided to see how many socks we could put on one hand in a minute. Phil being Phil took it seriously; there were very defined rules and a scoring system. This was just Phil - a guy who found a better and always more fun way to deal with the mundane.

When he met Vicky, we spent time together in the house in Wales as well as their London pads. On one of the Wales visits, we helped paint the kitchen, which, it turned out, had old lead paint on the walls. Phil’s solution to this was to open a window, make more tea and drag us out for a pint later. There was something so brilliantly but gently no nonsense about him that you’d just shrug your shoulders, forget you felt nauseous and crack on.

He was kind, silly in the best way, super clever and astute, warm and welcoming, so generous, serious about the stuff that mattered (sock races, well not just this but it was important in the moment), wrote a cracking complaint letter, and should win all the prizes for fancy dress. He was proper. Really and truly one of a kind.

Lots of love to you Phil.

I spent many years working with Phil in the good old Spink days. He was always great fun at the many Spink Christmas parties and ‘numismatic meetings’ in the pub.
More recently, I bumped into him in London and he was telling me all about Vicky and the boys. He was obviously a very proud dad and a very happy family man. It was lovely to see that he’d found so much happiness at last.
Thinking of all his family and friends at this very sad time.

This is shocking news. Phil saw my first book with Spink through the press and it would not be what it is without his sage advice. My gratitude is inestimable. My sincere condolences to his family.

There is little that I can add to the praise already posted in honor of Phil. Whenever I was in London, it was always a pleasure to see him at one point or another. From the other side of the Atlantic I have always counted Phil among one of the most helpful and welcoming people I ever met.

I met Phil as a customer at Spinks. Like all his customers I felt that I was special. He came to my house when I was selling coins and library. He was professional and charming. A great loss to the trade and collectors.

I was so saddened to hear the terrible news, always a lovely friendly face in the biz - my heart goes out to the Skingley family.

I’ve known Phil for 15 years — since our days together at Spink — and what a privilege it was to have him in my life. From the moment we began working together, he stood out not only for his knowledge and professionalism, but also for his warmth, kindness and great sense of humour.

Doing photography for him at Spink and later at Coincraft was always a pleasure. Over the years he became not just a colleague, but a good friend. I will always treasure our lunch catch-ups, the easy conversations and the laughter we shared — moments that now feel even more precious.

Phil’s calm presence, sharp humour and generous spirit will be deeply missed. I’ve just spent the last two hours trying to find a photo I once took of him at Buckingham Palace, when we were shooting Princess Anne. It must be somewhere — I’ll add it when I find it.

I still can’t quite believe he has left us so suddenly and so early. All of us who knew him are poorer for his loss, but so lucky to have known him.

My deepest condolences to Vicky, Red and Dexter, and to all Phil’s family and friends. He will be dearly missed, but his smile, warmth and generosity will stay with us always.

Rest in peace, Phil.

It was incredibly sad and shocking to hear about Phil’s passing. We knew him mainly through Lewisham Tigers Football Club, where he used to help out with my son’s team, as well as from the occasional chats during the school run.

Phil was such a genuinely kind and warm person, always ready to stop for a friendly conversation whenever we saw him out walking his dog.

My thoughts and heartfelt condolences are with Vicky and the boys. I hope today brings comfort and that Phil is given the wonderful send-off he so truly deserves.
Mark, Tracy, Freya & Eli x

I feel privileged to have met Phil during my time in London many years ago. He was always kind, gentle and seemed endlessly positive. There were a lot of good times back then and I am grateful that I got to spend some of them with Phil. RIP mate x

Reading these wonderful and heartfelt memories of Phil, we at Avery Hill Vets Football Club wanted to honour this wonderful mans memory. Phil joined the club in 2016 and was a valued team member, friend and lover of life. Whether it was conversing passionately about his beloved Newcastle, or the state of football today during car journeys and after the game, Phil brought his own self out in everything he did. He was a tough, uncompromising defender, who often had a few colourful words for opposition attackers, that were always forgotten after the game, beer in hand. He also would being Phil, be one of the first to volunteer to go in goal if our regular goalie was suddenly unavailable. Phil was easily accepted by all and the news of his sudden death was a shock that reverberated throughout the whole team. Some of us were also lucky enough to have Phil as a neighbour, where he would often stop and chat all things football as well as update us on the state of his hamstrings. He was a valued member of the Ardgowan Road community who alway has a smile, kind word for all, and show a genuine interest in your life. He will be missed by so many and we were lucky to count him as a friend and valued team member. RIP Phil xxx

Skingley boys give the best hugs and a hug from Pip was nurturing for the soul.
As cousins, we grew up sharing a lovely for Northumberland, the home of our Grandparents Grandpa Arthur, Annie and Grandma Mary. Memories of visiting castles, beaches, walking the Berwick Ramparts, playing on the (health and safety nightmare) real-life airplane in Salt well Park, Gateshead!
As adults, when the four of us cousins reconnected at the last of our paternal grandparents' funerals, we promised to stay in touch, and we did. It meant the world when he turned up at my wedding reception in 2002, we met up many, many times when I lived in London, Dave and family came to my 40th birthday party, my brother and I went to Dave's 50th. That was the last time I got a Skingley hug from Phil.
I'll share one wonderful memory. December 9th 2009, London. My Christmas present to my mum and brother was a visit to the Royal Albert Hall. We spent the day enjoying the city and after visiting the Christmas market at Hyde Park we wondered up a random London street to go visit a pub that my brother used to work in. Suddenly my brother James said "Alright Phil?!" and there was our cousin, lifting a cabinet into a van!!! We couldn't get over the chances of that random street (outside his workplace as it turned out), at that very moment... It was surely our heavenly Skingley bringing us together for a wonderful, serendipitous mini reunion.
I will forever miss those hugs, his joy of life, his deep thoughtfulness, care, kindness and warm humour. I will carry it with me, always.
Love you Coz x

Phil Skingley was a kind, thoughtful, helpful, and generous neighbour whose presence brightened our lives. He lived with a spirit of generosity that touched everyone around him. I will always remember his readiness to step in when it mattered most.

There were moments that revealed his extraordinary heart. When I needed to bring items to my son studying in the North, Phil offered his People Carrier without a moment’s hesitation. He also helped me collect internal doors from a local man, dropping what he was doing to assist with the heavy lifting. In periods of my greatest vulnerability—around eight years ago when I was very ill and facing the prospect of losing my limbs—Phil became aware that I might return home in a wheelchair. His absolute selflessness shone brightest then, as he gave my wife his estate car to ensure we could manage with the new reality.

Our last conversation was two days before he passed away where we shared WhatsApp messages about the foxes affecting our dogs. Aside from that, we always had good, interesting and humorous conversations. We often talked about work, people, life, football, and our families. We even passed the odd bottle of ale across the garden fence. He also deejayed at Karen’s 50th birthday party, a testament to his generosity of spirit and joy in connection.

Phil’s passing is a deep loss, and we are heartbroken. It has been an honor and privilege to call Philip Skingley our neighbour. We will miss him profoundly. May he rest in eternal peace.
Karen & Sylvester Lennon

Phil was a funny, kind and interesting friend who i will miss a lot. The term 'one of a kind' is probably overused but Phil really was that. Of all my friends Phil had opinions and views that differed from mine. However, because it was Phil , rather than being a source of conflict this was the root of many interesting and often enlightening discussions over the years.
Phil had such a passion for life with fingers in so many pies and friends from all kinds of activities and interests. His enthusiasm was infectious.
He was a good friend when i came to London and was pivotal in my transition to becoming a chef. As i was on minimum wage to start with Phil offered me a room in his rented house for virtually nothing. Without this i probably wouldnt have been able to do it. We had some fantastic times together in that house with a shared love of good food and good times!
I have many funny memories of Phil, i partcularly renember the dogfish that wriggled beneath the carpet in his car boot (following a fishing trip) before he went to the US for several weeks. Being the height of Summer, the smell was quite extraordinary when it was discovered. He continued to drive the car with the windows down for several months!
It was a privelage to have been friends with Phil. I'll miss him.
I was also with Phil for a very special moment that i will always remember. We'd been away together at Ludlow food festival and had a brilliant time. I"d agreed to go on condition thay we stop off on the way back to watch the final day of the football season as my team Manchester City could win the league for the first time in my lifetime. We stopped off , i think it was in Burton , with minutes to spare and crammed into a busy pub where we could just about see the tv screen. Anyway, long story short, we won and i couldnt have been with a better person! I think he had enough football teams already (Newcastle, Arsenal and Shrewsbury) to get away with adding Man City as a supporter too but he definitely shared my joy that day!

Every memory I have of Phil is filled with joy. Phil was always so kind and patient. I've talked his ear off about my studies, and he gave me a brief tour of his vinyl collection. My favourite memory was last summer when we saw Basement Jaxx. I didn't realise just how excited I would be until my favourite song played. I turned around expecting Vicky to be behind me, but it was Phil. He was initially concerned I might need help, but quickly relaxed when I screamed,' THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG'. Like a dad, he smiled and was just happy for me despite my loud outburst. Thank you, Phill, for every moment of kindness. Every time you made sure I would get home safe. Every time Vicky texts you because I had a question about property or finance, and every in-depth response you gave. You will be greatly missed.

Phil and I met over 20 years ago and spent many happy times together on nights out, trips away and watching and playing football.

I remember being fascinated to hear about Phil’s job.
It sat with me for a number of years before I finally plucked up the courage to ask him if he’d mind having a quick look at my once prized childhood coin collection (in exchange for buying him a meal out at St John.) He kindly agreed to this and we preceded to have a lovely time, joined I think by Rich and Tom.

Once we’d had dessert, I finally pulled the coins out for his inspection and I’m pretty sure Phil rubbed his hands with glee.
It was clear quite quickly however that this was not a collection for the ages, but Phil ever the gentleman stayed distinctly upbeat and kindly gave me a number of interesting tales about the coins, with his usual warm, calm authority. Phil genuinely wanted the best for everyone and if there wasn’t a treasure to be unearthed, there was at least a great story or two to be shared.

So many great times, impossible to forget. Will miss you mate xx

Always so kind & polite & very interesting! I loved talking to Phil & finding out more about antique coins. My memories are just of good times, celebrating, going for dinners, drinks, watching him DJ. Such a cool guy! Love X

My overriding memories of Phil are of his generosity, his humour, and his enthusiasm for life.
The thankless task of seeking volunteers for school events was always a pleasure with Phil - and he didn't just sort the music- including bringing his kit along- he sorted someone to cover for him so he could also do a stint in goal at beat the goalie.

In the days before various football injuries put paid to his long distance running ambitions, I really enjoyed Phil's company on training runs. I still recall how he overdressed for the 2019 Big Half (ironically given his Geordie roots)- and his description of how he had to pause mid-race to forcibly rip off his running tights - he still managed to complete it in one hour 44 in spite of the interruption.
I vaguely knew he worked in coins when I confessed my lockdown guilty habit to him- of watching back series of Time Team with my daughter. What were the chances of being able to buy a Roman coin for her forthcoming birthday? A couple of weeks later Phil popped round one Saturday with half a dozen examples- and spent half an hour explaining their condition, the emperors, and other interesting information until she chose the one she wanted. It was simply brilliant, and I wonder how many others got to benefit from his enthusiasm and expertise in this way.
So long Phil - I'll be raising a glass to you the next time I open a bottle of well matured Bordeaux.

Tom and I knew Phil in our twenties (which is why I only have analogue photos to share). The picture of Phil in front of a white cottage is when we all had new year together in Devon. It’s also where we all saw a flying pig as we were walking back at sunset (undoubtedly true). Both of us would smile sometimes and remember when we all hung out. We loved knowing Phil was out there in the world. Warm, kind and totally engaged in life.

I was truly shocked when I spoke with Ian and heard the news of Phil's passing. It has resonated through the past days and my feelings for this deep loss to the family can only be voiced through the knowledge that "my deepest condolences are with you and your sorrow shared"
I had a close relationship with Phil from the outset and through his tenure at Spink and latterly at Coincraft, we had so many deals and conversations through the years and many discussions whilst he was on the BNTA council. It was just this year that he made the journey to visit the gallery (one hour) here and he commented "why have you not made me visit before!!!"
Every memory I have of Phil is positive and he was such a devoted family man and a real pleasure to converse with. All of my thoughts are with the family during this tragic time.

Phil will be sadly missed by the numismatic community both national and international. He worked within the trade but whilst in the numismatic publishing he could share a view from the outside and had some insightful suggestions whilst part of the BNTA council during his time at Spink. Our thoughts and warm wishes go out to his family at this distressing period.

When I think of Phil I cannot help but remember his generosity, his calm nature and his lovely smile.

Back in the day, he didn’t hesitate for a second in lending me a record deck on my return from Barcelona so that I could listen to the vinyl I’d brought back. He not only lent it to me (for about 5 years in the end!) but delivered it to the flat in Herne Hill and helped to set it up.

He was always a great listener and so interesting to listen to. Amazing traits that I am sure he will have passed on to his boys.

Sending them, Vicky and all of his closest family and friends strength and support at such a difficult time. xx

Phil, a true gent - kind, interesting, interested, silly, curious, intellectual, respected by seemingly everyone. He has been a light shiner that so many have enjoyed. I have so many happy memories from the 2000s when there seemed to be nothing to do except have fun in a group of friends with Phil - significant commitment was made to the enjoyment of friends, music, conversations, driving half way across the country to camp on a beach for the night, transforming flats so that 20+ people could all be seated for a meal together, fancy dress, endless chats. Phil was passionate about so many aspects of life, and was also able to be content. He will be so missed. X

Just like everyone else who has posted on these pages, I too am so sad to hear this news of Phil’s passing.
I feel that my memories of Phil go back so far that they seem to be from a different life. I remember David and Phil as very young boys and later as young men.
I am thinking of all Phil’s family and praying for Gods help, comfort and peace for them and grace to help in this their time of need.

I was tremendously saddened to hear of the very premature and sudden passing of Phil Skingley, someone I had known for at least 40 years - he had been part of the coin trade for at least that long. We first got to know one another very well in the mid - 90's when he joined me in the Book Department at Spinks in London. From 1997 we looked after Books and Publishing together at Spinks, and during that time there was a big change within numismatics, especially at the old company. Spink purchased the well-known Seaby list of publications, including the lead publication Coins of England - and for the many years that it was a key Spink publication Phil edited it. I left Spinks in 2006, and Phil continued at Spinks as Manager of the Book Department. 10 years ago he left the old company to join Coincraft in London where I am sure he was extremely content, and he really had found his niche in the coin trade. I know Phil was a devoted family man and loving father to Red and Dexter and husband to Vicky. Douglas Saville

I had the pleasure of meeting Phil through our boys being pretty firm friends all the way through school. It makes sense that we too tended to gravitate towards each other at the school gates also and struck up a friendship.

We had the same interests football, music and I learnt a little bit about coins.

I was truly shocked and saddened when I heard about you leaving this world mate, still can’t quite believe it.

Thank you for the chats we had, always open, honest and generally resulting in laughing at life or how bad our football teams were or just really bad dad jokes…

You were a kind, thoughtful and genuinely good person, greatly missed by all who knew you.

Love to Vicky, Red and Dexter from me, Finlay and Betsy

When we were living in the flat in Murray grove one day Vick came home from work.
‘Zan’ she said, in a bit of a whisper.
‘I’ve met the man I’m going to marry’.
We were young. And I probably responded with something crass and immature like
‘Reallly? But he’s sooo old!’
But she told me more. How it was a feeling. How he worked in coins (he was clever and quirky). He was cool, dressed nicely without being flashy. Tall. Great taste in music, DJ-ed, loved his mum. All the things…
Vicky knows what she likes, has great taste, and was a year older than me to boot so knew far more about men obviously.

And lo, as soon as she brought him home and we met I realised, she was right.

He was gorgeous. A gem of a man. And they were indeed a love match.
So that was that. The rest just flowed. It was as it should be.

So I had a bit of a shout when I got this news. I really did. Mainly angry ‘No, No, No, No’ ing out loud on the tube.
I’ve never done that before.
But I couldn’t help it.
You see I didn’t know another Philip Skingley. And I’d tried to look him up two weeks ago after I’d been to the BM but realised he wasn’t there. And I’m pretty cross and sad that we’ve lost him on this earth right now.

But by god, I am so bloody grateful that I had the absolute honour of meeting and spending a little time with one of the loveliest blokes that ever did live.

Thank you dear Phil.
You were true to your name: dear, friend-like, loving.

Phil was an intrinsic member of our wide and wonderful friendship group. We still remember seeing Jimmy Cliff live with him and admiring his gold jumpsuit (Jimmy's, not Phil's, though Phil would have worn it well). And the parties, including Phil's 2004 NYE party at the Herne Hill flat I'd lived in, which Phil took over when Will and I went travelling – we partied all night then got on a plane to Australia the next day. Brilliant times full of joy, love and support.
Though our paths haven't crossed as much in recent years, I was always delighted to see Phil at events/birthdays. His calm and steady presence always felt grounding and safe (including at said parties, when – before I met Will – I'd seek him out if things got too crazy). As well as being great fun and someone to have a real laugh with, he was a fantastic listener, and a thoughtful, interesting, caring and wise soul. So, so sorry for Vicky and their boys Red & Dexter xxxxxx

Phil was naturally blessed with a warm and engaging personality and working with him, in his role as editor at Spink, was a real pleasure. Chris

Any time with Phil was always enlightening, educational and extremely entertaining, soundtracked with so much giggling. It was always a joy to be in his company, as he was such fun, so very fascinating, and immensely empathetic. Many, MANY happy memories.
Sending Vicky, Red, Dexter and the family my deepest condolences & Love

Alex XxX

I first met Phil over 20 years ago through friends playing football down at Dulwich Hamlets.
We played week in and week out for over 10 years always retiring to the club house or a local pub for a post game pint and chat.
He was a lovely, decent and engaging man, always good and easy company.
We continued to enjoy many nights out, trips away, gigs, and house parties over the years and his presence at future events will be sorely missed.
We will miss his great company, engaging conversation and eclectic music choices.
Sincerest condolences to Vicky, Red, Dexter, family and friends.
RIP Phil
Go gcastar le chéile arís

Michael Grogan & Helen Flannery

Am so genuinely shocked and sad to hear of Phil's passing. I met Phil in the early 2000s through Tayo. We spent many a night and Glastonbury laughing, dancing and chatting together. When I was desperate for work he tried his best to help me and around that time we exchanged many messages. His thoughtfulness knew no bounds. He was one of the people I felt so joyous when I saw him even tho it may not have been often in recent years after I moved away from London. The last time I saw him was at Glastonbury a couple of years ago, I was totally surprised and overjoyed, he'd made that effort to walk so far with tayo as I couldn't leave my stage when so may didn't bother. It meant so much. Truly beautiful memories shared with one of the kindest gentlemen I'd ever met. I know how much he adored his family and I send you my greatest love right now to get through these hardest of times. I hope you feel him close in nature x especially with the trees as I do with my lost loved ones. He'll always be with you.
I look forward to dancing with him in the next realm. Thankyou Phil for being a part of my life.

Dear Phil,

I’d never met a numismatist before. Never even heard of one. And this is the first time I’ve had to spell it. But I still can’t believe that you’ve gone.

You loved lighthouses as well as ancient coins. You were on your way to being a bit of both. Tall, stoic and a shining light in the darkness. But sadly not quite living to ancient status. I understand the Owl of Athena now. And you were that to us. Your knowledge, wisdom, sense of duty and thoughtfulness was our guide. You meant so much to so many people - a neighbourhood Dad! You were such a lovely man. Generous and kind. We were so lucky to have met you and known you; even for such a short time. So sensible in so many ways. So silly in others. It’s so sad that you’re gone.

I hope you’re up there somewhere, grinning behind the decks and spinning some classic tunes. And although we can’t bring you back, we have so many great memories. You were such a big part of our lives that we will think of you always - not just the highlights reel of Justin Martin Essential Mix kitchen raves (DING!) falling off your stool, or various parties, birthdays, excursions and gigs - but of the everyday. Every time I walk the dog, go through Hither Green station (you’d be delighted by the progress!) see a dartboard, hear a new tune, or handle hard currency. You’ll always be with us. Although we never did get to do our Wine Walk, or podcast, Two Men Whining.

We miss you so very much. We will be there for Vicky, Red and Dexter (& Buster) just as you were always there for us. Vicky has been amazing. The boys will make you proud.

Rest in peace Phil. Love you mate.

All our love,
Tom, Sarah, Freya and Eddie
x

I was one of Phil's fellow coaches at Lewisham Tigers FC where we were both involved - together with Luke - in coaching a team that Red and one of my sons, Leo, were playing in at the time. Phil was a lovely and very fun guy to work with, was clearly very into his football, and had lots of ideas and opinions which he was very happy to share. I and many other Tigers coaches were dismayed to hear of Phil's death at such a young age, and our coaches WhatsApp was full of tributes to Phil from people who had met him over his time with the club. Sending deepest condolences to Vicky, Red, and Dexter on your loss.

Phil was a lovely man a breath of fresh air when I first met him when he joined the team at Spink. Sociable, bright, fun and we were privileged to have him as a colleague. Whenever I met him after I left Spink in 2001, we always had a giggle. He will be sorely missed.

I first met Phil when he began working with Douglas Saville at Spink book department. Phil was a thoroughly decent and kind chap with a good sense of humour. This photo was taken at my leaving drink in 2005 when I was leaving ungainful employment for the life of a self-employed coin dealer. The ready smile was typical of Phil. My sincere condolences to Vicky and the family.

Really shocked and saddened to hear the news about Phil. We have had dealings with him over a number of years and found him a likeable chap and pleasure to deal with. It was only the other day we were musing about the surge in Gold and silver prices.

Condolences and thoughts with his family at this time.

Dear Vicky and family,

We are keeping you in our thoughts. Phil meant a great deal to many people. He was highly respected for his knowledge as a numismatist, and just as importantly, for his kindness, patience, and the straightforward way he treated others. He was always willing to share what he knew and was always friendly and generous with his time.

He will be missed. Please accept our sincere condolences during this difficult time. We hope you find some comfort in knowing the positive impact he had on so many.

A genuinely lovely chap. Thinking of you all. X

When I met Phil in London, he was welcoming, kind and warm. Vicky and Phil opened their home to us, and that generosity will always stay with me. Thinking of you all and sending so much love to my dear friend Vicky and to Red and Dexter.

I met Phil for the first time back in 1998 at a gathering to watch football and drink beer - a pattern that would repeat itself many many times in the years to come. When eventually a job saw me return to London to live, and not knowing a single soul in the capital, I knew that if I sought out ‘the tall bearded guy with the big smile and his crazy mate’ that much fun was to be had - and how right I was.

Phil was a wonderful person to be around. He brought people together and had a tremendous energy and magnetism that made you love being in his orbit. He’s the reason I have so many cherished friends from London now, his ability to connect with people was legendary and he welcomed me into his many friendship circles with open arms.

He made a memorable impression on everyone he met - whether they were comedians, musicians, artists, numismaticians, DJs, politicians or podcasters - he wasn’t lucky to know them they were lucky to know him. A man who could seamlessly glide from the flip flops of festivals to the brogues of the British Museum - completely comfortable in his own skin, confident and warm and wonderful.

Via the contrarian debates he was such a fan of he convinced me he was a believer in the afterlife. I think that he’s already followed the smell of late night basque cooking and found Manu, enveloping him in one of his trademark big backslapping hugs - and has then gone on to track down some speaker cables, a pair of old gramophones, has somehow rigged up a generator and is now playing his way through a dusty box of old vinyl, waiting for the rest of us to rock up. The afterlife just became an afterparty.

I was staggered and deeply shocked to hear that Phil had passed away. I knew him from his earliest days of dealing – no more than a teenager then - when he/we worked with Mike Veissid at ‘Collectors Gallery’ in Shrewsbury from 1990 onwards. Working with Phil was great fun - we all shared a very silly sense of humour...which Phil retained!
I had the good fortune to attend Phil’s wedding to Vicky and after he moved to London to work in the Spink book department and then in Coincraft, kept in touch when he came home to Shrewsbury – he was great company when dining out and in the pub! - or we occasionally met up in London for lunch.
Phil was a delightful, genuine person, very knowledgeable and dedicated both to his work and to his family. He will be greatly missed by a lot of people, collectors and others, who knew him in his “home territory” around Shrewsbury as well as in London.

If humanity consisted only of people like him, the earth would truly be a better place. Phil was a wonderful colleague who was always willing to share his knowledge. We have published a German obituary for him: https://neu.muenzenwoche.de/menschen-und-maerkte/phil-skingley-1972-2026

I worked with Phil when he first came to London at Spink from about 1996 onward. Affable, likeable, and being only months apart in age, we struck up a firm friendship which lasted all the years till now, when I was so sad to hear of his sudden passing, most devastating news, much too young.
We shared many wonderful work times together, and many trips around the UK and Ireland in the late 1990s and early 2000s, until I left Spink in 2005.
Our most memorable trip together has to be the time we hired a small white van to go to Dublin via the ferry at Anglesey to collect a library of books and attend the coin convention around 2003. We ended up late back into port on the delayed ferry back in a heaving rain storm, we quickly grabbed fish and chips from a takeaway by the dock at 8pm and sat in the van eating and listening to Black Sabbath on the radio. We shared a moment there that was most memorable, rain beating hard on the roof, the smell of salt and vinegar on hot food in our nostrils, while savouring the taste and all whilst listening to "Iron Man" on the radio - we said we would never forget that (perhaps you would have to be there to understand). We then hit the road to drive to Shrewsbury and kindly stay the night with Phil's Mother, who i send my deepest sympathy to.
The good times continued when I would see Phil at shows around London and even New York. Great meals out, a shared passion for all kinds of music and comedy, he was a lovely person to know and we did great business deals together regularly since he moved to Coincraft ten years ago, lunching around two or three times a year.
We would always speak of our families when together and he was always so passionate and loving of his two boys and Vicky, my deepest condolences to you all on his sad passing.

Phil was a really warm, kind and humorous soul. He went out of his way to include you. He was a great listener and full of curiosity. He always had a smile on his face and was so quick to be amazed and to laugh.
I got to know him in the Noughties and remember how over the moon he was when he met Vicky.
I was delighted to bring a bunch of hula hoops to Phil and Vicky's wedding and to be a friendly sounding board when they were pregnant with Red.
I ran into Phil with Tayo at Glastonbury after Covid and we were straight back to plotting and laughing as if we'd seen each other only the week before.
Phil was utterly devoted to Vicky, Red and Dexter. I am heartbroken to hear of this terrible terrible loss.

Phil was one of my favourite humans, with so many beautiful traits; compassionate, funny, thoughtful, loyal, and just the right amount of naughty. Even if we’d not spoken in a while, he’d always be there for me, no matter how trivial my need. I loved the man.

From hours spent playing football and golf together (I may have loved the man, but he had a swing like a octogenarian), to sharing many, many meals (our shared passion for food meant that any meal would be special… and likely last for hours), his lust for life always shone through, but nothing came close to the love he had for his family.

He was one of the best there ever was. I really did love him, and I will really, REALLY miss him.

Such sad news Phil and his elder brother David moved with their parents to Shrewsbury months after i had from South Shields in 1981 didn’t know each other previously although only lived 2 miles apart.
I knew Phils older brother better but Phil always had a smile on his face was a decent footballer and snooker player very kind sincere person as were the rest of his family such a tragic loss RIP PHIL
NEWCASTLE UNITED FC

As Phil's mother, having been to A&E twice last year with a very fast irregular heart rate, approaching age 81 I thought my heart would have packed up before Phil's ......My heart went into frantic mode again when I received the terrible news on February 3rd from Phil's brother. I remember Phil moving to London in 96/97 to work at Spink, he first stayed in a hostel, didn't know anyone, then later I would meet many of his friends and stayed at houses he shared with them. He often asked how my week had gone and if my treatment was helping..My last message to him was '' up helly aa !! The light slowly returns ! His reply ''yes indeed it has been noticeable at both ends of the day, nice x ''3 days later he was gone Such a painful shock

I played football with Phil for several years. He played next to me in centre defence left or right back and in goal. He was a true gentleman and someone the whole football team will miss. He has left his mark with us all.

When my bike was stolen, without me even asking him there was Phil with a spare racer from his shed that I could borrow for as long as I needed.

When I moved into a house with a dining room, there he was with a beautiful antique dining table that he had ‘lying around’.

When I needed to move a mattress to a new flat, there he was at 6am in his Ford Mondeo to tie it to the roof for a very dubiously legal drive across south London.

When I didn’t know that I needed to sing an a cappella version of Thunder Road in the early hours of a Croxted Road house party, there he was encouraging me to sing with him.

Such a kind, generous and fun friend. An excellent keeper, not such a great sweeper. Full of infuriating opinions that made you want to shout at your whatsapp. The most interesting man I will ever meet.

RIP mate

I knew Phil from about 1993 and no matter when and where we met over the years, he always felt the same to me. And that was Phil’s great gift. He was a dependable, kind and deeply loving man, no matter the shape of the day or the way of the world.

One memory from Porthtowan in 2006 always brings as smile. Phil and Rich were attempting to play beach tennis. Phil served and Rich collapsed into the sand. Phil served again. Again, Rich stumbled. For a good ten minutes they tried to score more than one point. It was pointless.

And they played on. Phil kept serving and he never waned. He could have walked away but he didn’t give up. Instead, he completely gave in - to the ridiculousness of the moment, laughing and snorting at their shared and sudden incompetence.

And, to me, that’s Phil. An earnest and principled man with deep wells of friendship and great volumes of joy, that he shared, unconditionally, with us all.

Safe travels my friend.

I remembered another proud friend of Phil moment today…his appearance on Crimewatch back in Jan 2012… not as a wanted criminal but as a coin expert. I remember watching it at the time and thinking how funny and random Phil is on Crimewatch!! Anyhow, Ive managed to find the clip so thought I’d share. Another side of Phil and another memory I’m glad to have. (I’m not sure whether the coins were ever recovered but shall do some further research and report back!) xxx

I’ve been thinking about when I first met Phil. It was many years ago, during a time when a wide group of friends came together and formed connections that would quietly last. It was a special time, shaped by shared music, shared moments, and friendships that became deeper than we could have known then.

For a while, many of us moved through life together as friends, sharing weekends, music, and long conversations that lasted until the sun was rising.

Phil was someone people naturally trusted and valued. He had a calm kindness about him, a genuine interest in others, and a great ability to listen as well as speak. He loved music, not just the sound of it, but what it created between people, and there was always a spark of playfulness about him, a gentle naughtiness that brought lightness and laughter into any group.

As life moved on, priorities changed and families grew. Phil met Vicky, and together they built a life full of warmth, love, and generosity. When their boys arrived, it was clear how deeply he cared, and how fully he embraced being a husband and a father.

Even when years passed without contact, the bonds formed long ago never disappeared. When paths crossed again, there was instant recognition — a smile, a laugh — a reminder that some friendships, once made, endure.

Phil was truly one of the good ones. Kind, thoughtful, quietly special. He left a mark on those around him, and he lives on in the love he gave — especially to his boys.

Always loved. Always remembered.

It’s a rare thing, in your forties, to meet new friends who feel as though they’ve been part of your life since your twenties. By then, life is full — work, children, responsibilities — and you’re already trying to hold onto and nurture the friendships you’ve carried with you for decades. But every once in a while, the mould is broken. That’s exactly what happened with Vicky and Phil.

Phil was unique to his core. His love of music, of sport, of playing snooker with Jazz — those were some of the early threads that pulled us together. I also remember absolutely loving the fact he was a coin guru too! Such an eclectic mix and real to it's core. It was such a joy to discover the mutual friends and connections we already shared, as though our paths had been circling for years before finally crossing properly.

He was so kind, funny and generous in a way that felt effortless. An incredible father to Red and Dexter.

A specific memory I’ll never forget him jumping up and cleaning our house at midnight after I’d suddenly decided to host an after-party following a concert — with what felt like half of Brixton Academy turning up! He didn’t question the madness; he just got on with it, smiling.

He showed that same care to our daughter — lending her bike after bike from the boys as she learned to ride. Small gestures, huge heart.

I feel so lucky that our families holidayed together in Sardinia last year, that we rang in this year together, that we shared winter walks. The memories, even the recent ones, already feel incredibly precious.

This one really really hurts but Phil, I’m so grateful we had these eight years of friendship. Grateful you came into our lives. You will always be part of our story.

With love,
Rhiannan, Jazz and Jude xxx

I worked with Phil on a few local community events. I provided the PA system, Phil provided the talent! He was always kind, gentle and helpful. His musical taste was eclectic, which was a common bond between us.
I will miss his company under a gazebo in a sports field.

Sending love to all who knew him.

Dear Phil,

You have been a part of my life for almost 20 years, and I assumed there would be a lot more time to hang out once all the hullabaloo of mid-life was over. There really should have been a lot more time.

I first heard of you when Vicky came home from work to say she had met the man she was going to marry - after her first day! I think she baked you a chocolate Guinness cake, and we all know the next chapters of that story. You got married, and had your beautiful boys, Red (mini you!) and Dex - your north stars.

From the moment you came into our lives, you were such a fun but grounding presence. I’ve read people expressing that you felt like a kindred spirit, and I think you made a lot of people feel that way. Even if we hadn’t seen each other for a while, I always felt a connection — that you somehow knew how I was. That ability to see people for who they are, to be genuinely interested, accepting and caring whilst still bringing the fun is a gift. So it is no wonder you have so many friends.

And there cannot be a cooler coin expert ;-)

We are really going to miss you, Phil.

Lots of love,
Sophie x

Dear Phil, my favourite Capricorn.

It was THE New Year’s Eve party when I first met you. Vik kept telling me about this guy from work who wore a lovely shirt pullover combo and already announcing that she was in love with you (eye roll). It was one of your legendary house parties and it became the kind of night that we would end up talking about for years. At some point during the party, I decided the best way to convince you to give me a job at Spink (where you and Vik worked and met) was to demonstrate my deep commitment to history by rubbing my face on one of your antique books. Mid-party. A bold strategy. Unsurprisingly, I did not get a job.

What I did get was a great, kind friend and one half of the best, funniest couples I know. Me shouting at you and Vik on nights out as you egged each other on into increasingly ridiculous behaviour, feeding off each other’s mischief until things inevitably descended into absolute carnage. Watching the two of you together was always the best.

When I think of you I think about fabulous house parties, brilliant DJ nights, a million friends, the best dad, excellent breakfasts, the tastiest roast dinners. Rainy festivals. The secret amaro club. Mime trumpet playing. Pâté on hand (not toast). Giraffe-shaped tape measures in Ibiza. Shorts and flip-flops. Eye-rolling at Vik (both of us at the same time – Capricorns unite). Hidden £50 notes in bookshelves. Cold custard with hot pudding. Music-loving-vinyl-obsessed-shoulder-dancing-tiny-gullet-can’t-swallow-a-paracetamol loveliest DJ Phillizzz.

I’m so grateful that you and Vik found each other and that you came into my life, and that Red and Dex have such a great dad.

Lots of love always, Est xxx

Phil, what a privilege it is to have counted you amongst my friends. So many festivals were spent together, searching for that elusive funk pedal! I still think about that time at Glastonbury with utter amazement when, against all odds (no mobile phones, and even fewer functioning brain cells), you somehow orchestrated us all meeting. Your instructions were simple and firm: “6pm, by the big tree. I’ll wait 10 minutes, no longer.” And somehow, like moths to a flame, we all arrived ahead of what is one of my most favourite nights ever!

You patiently put up with me and the witches invading your home, RV or tent. And every single time, you welcomed us and made us feel at home in your home. More often than not, you’d also be providing the soundtrack to our kitchen disco!

You DJ’d my 40th birthday dressed as Jesus. The commitment was extraordinary - right down to the sandals. Nothing was ever done by halves.

As someone who also appreciates the art of a well-crafted letter of complaint, I always saw you as a kindred spirit of sorts, principled, precise, and quietly relentless in the pursuit of justice or at the very least, a refund.

But more than all of that, you are a devoted, fun and such a wonderful father to Red and Dex and a loving husband to Vicky.

Thank you for the memories, Phil. What a joy you are.