Paul

This week while at work an unusual number came up on my phone. Normally, I disregard these and don't answer, but something told me to take this call. I'm pleased I did. It was an old mate Phil AKA 'Taffy' who I haven't spoken to in about twelve months. Really great to hear from him, made my day and he's still as mad as ever, what a laugh. Pleased he's happily married now and settled down with Carol over in Builth Wells.  

Taff as we all refer to him (even my kids do too) explained he had been out with Dave over the weekend to pay respects up at the road where our good friend Paul (Dave's younger brother) had his fateful accident on the road just outside Rahayder 8 years ago while they were out for a Sunday ride. How could I ever forget that awful news? So it was, Taff and Dave ended up in the pub afterwards to reminisce old times with Paul. 

Over the past 8 years my own memories with Paul have come flooding back on many occasions,  often while driving I'll have a Paul moment, or something comes on TV that sends me right back in time to another Paul moment, Oasis on the radio and I hear him singing Wonderwall on a night out after the racing in the Isle of Man. Mad nights in the Fountain pub, Squash games at the Glades and of course Dismantlers paintball team tournaments. So many great memories. 

             Paul, how I best remember him. A pint, some wit, wisdom, and 'Bond Cool'.

Paul, my old mucka, my best friend for so many years, I have so many memories of those great days and wild nights together (often involved slamming Tequilas). We shared the good of times, and the bad of times too. A true mate to all who knew you !!

                                        Paul Vale, In the Land of the Lounge Lizards. RIP.

... thanks again Phil :-)