Paul was a great mate, and local to me at home in the Midlands. We had several great nights out at home.  It was a real shocker to come home from a long expeditin to hear the news that he had died. Paul was commended for his work on HMS HURWORTH where he gained sudden promotion to 1st Lt when the ship put to sea with a scratch crew from the NATO minehunting squadron to go and start the rescue effort on the Herald of Free Enterprise. I still remember Paul, and how he was always getting bollocked by some of the knobhead DOs for wearing jeans when he was going out on his bike.    Here's to you, Paul, Cheers!  

Paul and I were the only ones in the village - bikers I mean. "Certainly not an officer's mode of transport" and widely frowned upon. We had a hoot around the lanes of the South Hams. Both our bikes could (just) fit through the staff officers' pedestrian gate up at Townstall- Freedom!  A blast around the country lanes, stop for refreshment at some way out of the way pub and blast back. Kept me sane!  Very fond memories of another G4B boy. They were the best of times. I'm still biking and very often think of him as I ride along, particularly if in the West Country.

 He was also a wonderful husband and I will always miss him.

The Bike, the leathers the quiet sense of humour, he will be missed, can't listen to billy Idol without thinking of him, borrowed the tape  at BRNC and for years kept meaning to return it...never quite got around to it...feel guilty still