I have so many stories of Paul I could probably write a book. One old one we always remembered was when he turned up at my place out the blue after six months at sea. We immediately hit the pub and memory gets a little hazy after that. The next morning we woke up feeling pretty ropy and found TWELVE cheeseburgers on my living room table. Despite our best efforts we were never able to remember just where they came from!..( Re-heated burgers and back to the pub! ) One of a thousand great memories of a much loved and deeply missed friend xxx