Best bit about working with Paul was how cynical and dour he was. A bird of my feather.
We’d have gross-out conversations across our desks about weird surgeries, diseases or freaky insects (I was never sure if it was because we’re both morbid people, or terrible people actively trying to make our colleagues lose their lunch).
He’s a good egg. But I never imagined he could stand something so cheerful.——Frances Berriman