From Michael S: I first met Paul in October 1977 shortly after we had both moved to Cardiff as part of the Post Office relocation package. Our paths crossed from time to time at work for the next 10 years or so and it was only when he got involved with Quality Management that we had a closer working relationship. Then in early 1990's he was part of a team that I inherited and we began working closely together. He was still working for me when he left BT. I remember conversations with him about leaving BT and we joked that we had arrived on the back of a generous relocation package and here he was leaving with a generous redundancy package (He even managed to get made redundant when he left his next job). After leaving BT he managed to get a job in the same building and finding a job that was effectively getting paid for doing his hobby - railway timetables. I remember that they wanted him to start the day after he left BT but he managed to negotiate a 1 week interval to have a holiday. I think Paul joined in 1969 while I joined in 1970. For many years there had been a Post Office/BT tradition that 25 years service was recognised as an achievement but during early - mid 1990's people with long service were 'persona non grata' so the milestone went unrecognised at the time. When the scheme was reintroduced, your father and I were part of the backlog who attended the same event which resulted in your parents being on the same table as my wife and myself. We were each presented with a gift of 4 whisky tumblers of which one was engraved (BT austerity). This was disappointing as I do not drink spirits so the tumblers have remained in the box, unopened since. After your Paul left BT, a small group of us (Dave Salt etc) began meeting once a month at the Gatekeeper to enjoy a pint and a chat. When it was my turn to leave BT (in 2001), I spoke to Paul about options and I decided that I would also give up IT and follow my heart. When I was at college in 1966/67, my favourite subjects were Economics and Statistics so went to work at ONS as a statistical analyst, a second career that I enjoyed for more than 11 years. The other attraction was that ONS is only two miles from my home, and was a welcome change from commuting from Cardiff to Ipswich (Martlesham) each week. Paul always seemed to lead such a busy life. He was very knowledgeable and well informed so I used to love chatting to him about football, politics, music and life in general. My middle son was a student at Bristol University from 2006 - 2011 so his knowledge of the university and Bristol was very useful at the time. He later he told me about Harry Patch, who had fought in WW1, and was the last Tommy to die, and had been a mason working on the Wills building. Paul often spoke of going to see Andy Fairweather Low at Cardiff Folk club and of seeing him around Rhiwbina. As you probably know, Andy was the lead singer of Cardiff Band Amen Corner who had a number of top ten hits in the late 60's/early 70's. Andy later went on to play with Eric Clapton, George Harrison and Roger Walters. I met my first serious girlfriend in 1968 when I borrowed an Amen Corner LP. Although we split up we met again at an Amen Corner concert at St Albans' City Hall and have remained in touch ever since. That was about 50 years ago. Andy had a very distinctive voice and when younger had long hair so for a while I couldn't get used to him being bald. Since hearing of his passing I have watched a few videos of Andy on You Tube. He makes fun of himself by saying 'if you recognise the voice I am the guy that used to be in that band but now I am just a bald headed old man enjoying myself'. Andy also tells a story of how, when he decided to get back into touring he decided to form a band which would allow him to become the guitarist that he always wanted to be and just playing the music that made him happy. His philosophy (and current hairstyle!) remind me so much of him. He used to run his life like a railway timetable whereas I was the exact opposite being a very bad timekeeper. When he used to work for me, he could clear his desk and be out the door in a blink of an eye as he used to get the same train every evening. I last saw him at our December meeting. I had arrived late due to the traffic (as I drive from Newport and park in Cathedral Road and walk down to the pub in Westgate street). I was just beginning to settle down and enjoy our chat when he announced that he was off to the Folk Club and in the blink of an eye he was gone. There will be an empty chair at our table when we next meet but I am sure that here will be many conversations and events that will prompt conversation about him. We will all miss him.