In the wee small hours of one Wednesday morning in around the mid 1990s, Paul and I and possibly others, were walking back to James St/Jeune St from a Tuesday night session at the Fir Tree in Oxford. We spotted a hedgehog  coming towards us, and Paul stooped to ground level to speak to it, wishing it safe and well on its travels. This is often the first memory that comes to mind when I think of Paul, alongside many others. RIP dear old mate. Too soon, far too soon 💜