Looking back I find it very disconcerting that:
I would also contend that the "Wally" chants st festivals in the early seventies were all Paul's fault. He had this friend whose real name I cannot remember but everyone called him Wally. The story goes that when Wally and Paul were at Weeley (I was also there but not with them) they got separated and when Paul tried to find him he wandered around shouting "WALLY" which was taken up by the crowd. Weeley was in 1971 so unless there is any documented evidence of it any earlier, my mate Paul is to blame!
Although Paul and I didn't see each other at Weeley we did bunmp into each other at the previous year's Isle of Wight festival. You know the one, there were 600,000 of us there. I mean, what are the odds against bumping into someone you know? Must be a million to one (and yes folks, that's a sort of joke. I actually did study statistics). I had gone there at the beginning of the week and I had a ticket. Paul and a couple of others only came down for the weekend and were up on desolation hill. On the morning of the final day (was that a Sunday or a Bank Holiday Monday? Sorry, I don't know and I am typing this in a cottage on the west coast of Scotland, without access to the internet, so cannot look it up. I'll leyt you do that. It'll give you something useful to do) I was just leaving the toilets (a large hole in the ground with planks over it. The planks having bum-size holes cut into them) when I almost literally bumped into Paul. I collected my things (probably a sleeping bag) and joined him up on the hill. Had a bowl of rice and slept through Jimi Hendrix's set. Having heard it recently I didn't miss much!
As to where Paul is now? I have no idea, but would love to see him again.
"So you want to be a soldier boy"
I have a feeling that Andy played bass.
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