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my story is a little bit more mundane, and probably more about the other people there than Paul, but still, from what I remember (and memory is a squewiff thing so feel free to correct me), this was the day that Paul was fully embraced to the forum bosom...
It was the Good Friday meet at Herne Hill, I don't remember when - a couple of years ago I guess, and there was a good forum contingent there, doing as forum contingents do best: drinking beer, neglecting to watch the cycling, and drinking beer. Fun was being had. All of a sudden, Emilie comes back from somewhere (getting a beer?) and launches into an exitable tirade about how he's just seen the crazy old guy who rode to Brighton brakeless-fixed-on-50-14-crashed-on-ditchling-beacon-what-a-cunt and would you believe it but the guy is here! So, off stride Emilie and John Ma3K to 'have a chat' (my paraphrasing) with this geezer and ask him what the hell he was doing that time some months/years ago when he crashed into Emilie and Seb, due, no doubt to his peculiar gear choice, on said fateful ride to the town where pride lives. We were a bit concerned about the outcome of this 'chat' - Object & Ma3k not being, shall we say, the least volatile forum-enegers.
It was a little tense while we sat there in the beautiful sunshine and waited for the outcome of this situation. I remember talking to I think hael and aiden, wondering what the ending was going to be. It felt like it was going to kick off; Em and Ma3k had gone very purposefully to get some straight answers (no, I have no idea what answers might have been sought).
And then, suddenly, they were back, chattering away - the guy was amazing and charming, his name is Paul, he's massively into bikes, he's got a insert pedigree bike here with insert bling and insert bling just at home, you have to meet him, he's done this and such-and-such, we're going to arrange a ride...such a turnaround as we now know, could only have been persuaded by that fiddy charm. And soon after, he was dragged over to us over, melting into the situation, beer and smiles all around. Object championing him to anyone who said 'but isn't that the guy who....?' Calm returned.
Sunshine days will be here again someday.