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Paul was a gambler. Not only by profession but in many aspects of his life. He lived for the moment, a day at a time. During his extensive travels he fell in love with Africa. A love I shared with him. Gambling and Africa went together nicely as far as Paul was concerned. The smoky atmosphere of the casino nights were blown away by gentle breezes on the Zambezi and Zaire rivers. Paul was also a fisherman, another sport of chance and excitement. He lived the wide open spaces , and the peace, a total contrast to the pressures of the craps and the roulette tables. He would spend hours just preparing his tackle in anticipation of another fishing trip. Paul never really settled anywhere for very long. A typical expatriate he would move on after one or two contracts to the next country, and next challenge. He worked in Zambia, Zaire, Haiti and Bermuda as well as in London and Brighton. His days at the famous ‘Playboy Club’ were related to me with a smile on his face. Halcyon days. Paul was in many ways a private person and not easy to know or understand. He would deal out his thoughts like the poker player he was, he always had an ace up his sleeve but rather used it. He searched for love and contentment and always hankered for the warmer climes of Africa and the Caribbean. To have died on an African airline is somehow sadly apt. I shall miss him. Paul was my friend.